I have always been an avid reader thanks to my Grandmother, a teacher. Instead of cookies and toys at Grandmother’s house, there were books and more books. Mom and Dad had many bookshelves and boxes full of books. Mom knows a lot because she reads so many books and magazines, and my Dad knows the rest from his books and his Bibles (plural). I lived within walking distance of our town library, and was encouraged to go as much as I wanted.
Did I mention that I was an avid reader? But you want to hear about the writing.
I fell in love with writing when I was in the sixth grade. We had a project that entailed writing a short story. When I discovered that you could not only read books but write them… well it was all over then. Not surprising, I wrote a story that was novel worthy—meaning it was only the time constraints that forced me to cut the story short. However, they didn’t stop me from dreaming. Now that I think of it, I titled the story “Sweet Dreams” …ha, ha, ha. And I saw long term for this story, a Nancy Drew-like series.
Things haven’t changed much over the years. I can’t write a short story for my life because I can see a universe within a drop of water. Hence, I have almost countless concepts for novels.
I live in the realm of Science-Fiction and Fantasy because I ate the Sci-Fi channel for breakfast. Yes, I’m a fan of Star Trek, Star Wars, and the like, and I read mostly Sci-Fi and Fantasy novels. Fiction is cool, but I can’t help but see the peculiar in the ordinary. My sisters and I are to this day, critics of books, movies, TV shows, and video games with the Science-Fiction/Fantasy theme.
Truth is indeed stranger than fiction. And so am I.