I grew
up with a mother who either had her nose buried in a book of
ancient cultures, or was writing of them. Though my mother is
no longer with me, I truly believe that every time I sit down
to write, she is looking over my shoulder, shaking her head over
my word choices. In high school my absolutely favorite class
was creative writing. At the urging of my teacher, at the tender
age of 15, I submitted a short story to Cosmopolitan and my very
first rejection came from Helen Gurley Brown herself.
Chronically
allergic to mornings, I toiled through years of early mornings
as a stockbroker, before my creative side, and the need to see
that my son was not raised as a latchkey kid, took over and I
took a chance on starting my own business in interior design.
But always my first ambition was to one day write that special
book.
Though having
been married and giving birth to my best friend, my fabulous
son, Matthew, I have been happily divorced for over twenty years
and I am very patiently waiting for my soul mate to find me.
Admittedly, in this lifetime he seems to have lost his way, but
a true romantic at heart, I am calmly optimistic that he'll wise
up in the next and sweep me off my feet. In the meantime the
heroes in my stories keep me busy enough thinking of ways to
disrupt their lives.
I live in southern
California, and my constant companions are two adorable Italian
Greyhounds, Kayla and Nikki, whom always manage to find a place
in my stories. Like Hitchcock showing up in each of his movies,
my signature is the appearance of a little tan 'iggie' finding
either a mere wisp of a mention, or a secondary role.
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