I grew up in the Land of La. On my 18th birthday, I was placed under a dreadful Spell of Forgetfulness. For nearly two decades, I forgot many important facts, but most sadly of all, I had forgotten that I am a Storyteller. Upon my birth, I had been entrusted with the tales a crew of motley characters. None were more upset than they that their spokeswoman had been struck mute!
One rather excellent day, I slipped, fell, hit my head and knocked all the sense out of me. In a flood, my love of tales came back. My characters gathered around and after a fine bit of scolding, began to chat. My fingers can barely keep up with the speed of which my characters tell their tales. I do my best to keep them happy though, and they are happiest, when their tales are told to others. Merrily for me this is what makes me happiest, as well.
When not writing, I enjoy spending time tromping around hills and fields, walking on a beach, gazing up at a tree, laughing at life’s little quirks and jolts, and quite recently, carrying on a passionate affair with my delightful husband of the initials S.M.