Life is our daily teacher. One lesson begets
another and then another.
Once-upon-a-time life kicked me off my writer's
path and led me to pursue a more practical profession.
My childhood dream of becoming a journalist was silenced.
Years later, I became a single parent, not by choice but by
necessity, and my most trustworthy partner became a
ballpoint. The ficition in my head turned into words on
yellow legal pad. I wrote anywhere, any time, on my dining
room table, and on my lunch hour. No place was my sacred space.
I wrote in my car during soccer practices, under an umbrella on rain
drenched sidelines, in fast food restaurants and in chain hotels.
I wrote during championship after championship in cities and states,
from Jersey to Phoenix.
The quieted yearning to be a writer reawakened onto the pages of a novel.
My first was self-published after five years of juggling work, kids and day-to-day.
A flawed but beautiful story emerged onto paper and "Swan Boat Souvenir" enjoyed local acclaim and success.
I knew there was more to do, more to write and that the next book would be published traditionally, that the next manuscript would have the benefit of an editor and the advice of professionals. After months of writing, Belly of the Whale went from paper, to computer, to draft after draft and finally into the arms of Kunati Publishers.
My children are grown. My passion to write remains a constant. Each book I complete is dedicated to the magic of believing in my dream, to my son and to my daughters.
