I never fail to surprise myself. I hit a roadblock, and I
might sit there for what seems like forever, and
suddenly, it comes to me. Usually it's nothing I
expected, nothing I really wanted and certainly nothing
ordinary. But it is usually something I needed, so I've
learned, over the years, to enjoy the ride, to savor the
journey.
I believe that if someone tried, they'd have trouble
pigeon-holing me. But that's goodness - I don't mind
being called a writer, an artist, a photographer, a mom,
and grandmother or daughter. Different roles bring out
different aspects of me. I'm looking forward to finding
out what my future roles may be - any guesses?
The doll you see on the bottom - she's an art doll I
make with a friend of mine. That is another part of that
creative monster hidden inside me that demands equal
time, craves to create and experiment. And sometimes
that creature is very, very silent.
Those times, I can honestly say,
are rather boring to me.
The horse is a colored pencil painting I
made over a decade ago. Unlike the
dolls, the artwork I did is too precious
to part with, so whenever I do draw,
I know it's not going anywhere
outside of the family.
I also doodle whenever I get the
chance. Sometimes it's silly nonsense,
like creating a sunset out of a
scribble on a scratch piece of
paper. But other times it's ideas for
dolls, or sketches of characters, or
simply something with a touch of
beauty to make me smile.
Rounding out my life is my incredible family, and my
crazy pets. You can see them at Photos and Pets. My
sons hate having their photos taken, but someday, I'll
hopefully get to share them with you.
I've written all my life; words to me are a melody, a catharsis, a way
to let the creative soul inside me sing out. I write in my head when I
can't write on paper or in the computer. I don't hear the characters
talk to me so much as I can see them, and sometimes I can be
them. Every story I write, every little twist that comes to my mind,
takes me one step closer to where I'm supposed to be. Someday, I
know, I'll reach it.
There is no one genre beating inside me. I love comedy, I love
romance, I can become lost in a dramatic situation, and when I
fantasize without boundaries my heart soars. So one day I'll write a
saucy little comedy where love can overcome obstacles of all size
but is brought down by a tiny, crazy dog or a mother dancing on a
pool table. The next day it could be a mom looking desperately for
her missing child. And the next day? An epic battle for a land once
so good and so pure it brought insanity to those who were vowed to
protect it.
It does amaze me when someone enjoys my writing. It's a bit
disconcerting, actually, that my words are being shared with others.
But also it's very exciting: I know now that someone else will go
along for the ride.
I also know that it's going to be one hell of a journey.
