At the age of twelve I was
going to be a great mystery/adventure writer. I had it all planned out.
My friends and I were going to be the main characters and our adventures
in our rural neighborhood the basis for the stories. I even planned on
using my father’s publishing company. It felt good to have connections.
That didn’t pan out too
well. Adventures in the neighborhood gave way to an enduring interest in
horses and boys. So, instead of writing about twelve year olds solving
mysteries regarding old, empty houses and strange gusts of icy wind that
appeared to follow us around, I started writing about romance. And
horses. I’ve managed to move on a bit from the horses too, but I still
love to include them in some of my work when I can.
I’m from Minnesota
originally, but I’ve lived in New Hampshire since I was about 11. I’ve
also lived in Maine, New York, Florida and briefly in Iowa, but New
Hampshire is my home, no matter how much I long to escape for a
different way of life sometimes.
In my life I’ve dreamt of
being an Olympic horseback rider, the curator of the Smithsonian
Institute of Natural History in Washington DC, a paleontologist, and a
famous actress in Hollywood.
None of those panned out
either. But that’s okay. No matter what I was doing, no matter how
exciting or mundane, I always had a collection of notebooks full of
ideas.
Currently I’m in the
southwestern section of the state with my husband and our four children.
Oh, and one cat. My mundane job keeps me busy working for a children’s
magazine publisher until I make enough at my writing to retire from the
glamorous life of data entry.
