I am a writer living in the southeastern United States with three cats, more yarn than I can knit up in a lifetime, and a dear husband who doubles as my best friend.
My writing career started in the fourth grade when I was asked to read aloud a story I wrote. Since then, I've taken creative writing classes whenever possible, joined writing groups and literary guilds, and participated in readings. Still, in spite of the support I received from mentors and fellow writers, lack of self-confidence made it easy for me to give up on writing. Once I got a "real" job (in an office with a biweekly paycheck and benefits), it was hard to argue with anyone that I should or could expect to do better by writing.
I've made a lot of detours in the past thirty years, trying to become a Professional whatever (social worker, data analyst), trying to believe in careers and working in offices and 401k's. But now that I'm retired, I've woken up to the fact that those things have little value for me. My writing has picked up, as have my publications.
In my ideal world, I'm always dressed for yoga, writing until I'm empty of words, knitting down my stash, reading up my leaning tower of to-be-read books, and cuddling with my husband and kitties.
Thank you for coming by and I hope you visit me again!