Don't you just love reading about a wounded heroine's successful search for a safe haven for her heart?
Writing has played a big part in my life since my first primmer, Dick and Jane, opened my eyes to the written word. In seventh grade I edited my own newspaper, laboriously typing each copy and distributing it to my friends at church.
The nearest library was five miles from my rural home, so in the summer I rode my bicycle three miles to the nearest drug store to check out Zane Grey paperback novels from their shelves and shared the books with Daddy, a lover of westerns, too.
When I was thirteen I started writing my autobiography, but after only three chapters realized my life was boring and killed myself off with an incurable disease in the forth chapter.
In high school I edited the school newspaper, and one of my editorials qualified me for membership in Quill and Scroll. I also wrote a weekly fishing column, my first work of true fiction, for at the time I had never even held a fishing pole.
I went away to college in Nashville, where English Composition was a breeze until third quarter of my freshman year when I transferred into the class taught by a recently hired professor from Boston. Whenever he wanted a word mispronounced, he called on me. Oh, I despised that man for making fun of my Southern drawl when his clipped Boston speech sounded like a foreign language to me.
Marriage to an elementary school teacher, the birth of four daughters, five jobs and a belated BS Degree found me living in San Diego and ready to retire. At last I could commit to paper stories like those I enjoyed reading, stories about heroes and heroines in search of a safe haven for the heart.
With the October 1, 2010 release by Desert Breeze Publishing of my romantic suspense Lawbreakers and Love Makers, you can read about one of my safe havens for the heart.
Writing has played a big part in my life since my first primmer, Dick and Jane, opened my eyes to the written word. In seventh grade I edited my own newspaper, laboriously typing each copy and distributing it to my friends at church.
The nearest library was five miles from my rural home, so in the summer I rode my bicycle three miles to the nearest drug store to check out Zane Grey paperback novels from their shelves and shared the books with Daddy, a lover of westerns, too.
When I was thirteen I started writing my autobiography, but after only three chapters realized my life was boring and killed myself off with an incurable disease in the forth chapter.
In high school I edited the school newspaper, and one of my editorials qualified me for membership in Quill and Scroll. I also wrote a weekly fishing column, my first work of true fiction, for at the time I had never even held a fishing pole.
I went away to college in Nashville, where English Composition was a breeze until third quarter of my freshman year when I transferred into the class taught by a recently hired professor from Boston. Whenever he wanted a word mispronounced, he called on me. Oh, I despised that man for making fun of my Southern drawl when his clipped Boston speech sounded like a foreign language to me.
Marriage to an elementary school teacher, the birth of four daughters, five jobs and a belated BS Degree found me living in San Diego and ready to retire. At last I could commit to paper stories like those I enjoyed reading, stories about heroes and heroines in search of a safe haven for the heart.
With the October 1, 2010 release by Desert Breeze Publishing of my romantic suspense Lawbreakers and Love Makers, you can read about one of my safe havens for the heart.
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