A little (or a lot) about moi:
I was born in beautiful Vancouver, Canada, which is where I lived when I decided that I wanted to become a writer.
It sounded so flipping glamorous (and still kind of does.) I was about seven at the time, maybe eight when I set out attempting to be the youngest published author ever, typing out a solid eighty pages of my first novel, aptly entitled GO WITH IT, on my family’s Commodore 64. Like all good 80’s kids, I saved that gem on a floppy, which my dad accidentally overrode the next day. It was a serious bummer, but I dusted myself off a few weeks later and, luckily, also came to realized that GO WITH IT probably wasn't my finest work, anyway.
So that’s when I started reading. Like REALLY reading. I guess I kind of innately knew that if I wanted to write books I’d better start by reading everything I could get my hands on. Francine Pascal’s SWEET VALLEY TWINS entire million book series was what I started with. Until I realized that V.C. Andrew’s FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC was a little more my speed.
By then I was almost in high school. And even though I was pretty floored by the works of Atwood and Monroe and, of course, John Wyndham’s THE CHRYSALIDS, I was under the spell of teenage peer pressuredom, so I felt it necessary to keep my reading and writing passions closely guarded. Back then it wasn’t cool to write. What was cool, however, was being popular and cute and liked by boys, so I tried that road for a while until I figured out that it didn’t fit and never would. Luckily, books did fit and always had, so I found my way back to them again.
By my senior year, I was writing as often as I could and winning the occasional contest and a few more when I entered the University of British Columbia. Thing is, college really sucked at first because, other than the writing classes, I just hated everything I was taking. Nothing felt right.
So, being the runner I was (or am) I quit and decided to spend the rest of my days traveling the world and vowing not to come back until I realized what I wanted to do with my life. That was a phrase I heard a lot back then. What are you going to do with your life?
After a few years of wanderlusting, I still hadn’t figured it what I wanted to do with my life. But I did have dozens of filled notebooks and journals and more ideas than even fit in my head. So I went back to UBC and obtained my BA in English. Whoo-hoo! Now I could be a…a…oh god…
But a few years into that, I moved to Florida where some pretty great people told me about this little old thing called The Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. I joined. It ruled. After that, I found out about this other thing called critique groups. I joined a couple of those and, even though I had nothing to submit for critique, the groups ruled too. I had found my people! My tribe! And pretty soon I did have pages, my former mere ideas manifesting into actual WORK which took lots and lots of actual WORK. But want to know what else I found out? Once I had some work, I could write out in the open and other people just kind of accepted it. That’s the greatest thing about being an adult, I think. You get to do what you want and people don’t say much about it. Or at least, they don’t say much about it out loud.
Now, I’ve gone back to UBC and I’m getting my MFA in Creative Writing. Pretty great, huh? And oh yeah, besides my YA novel, SPIN THE SKY which came out in November 2016, I’m working on a new novel. Can’t reveal all those deets yet but I will…hopefully I will.
So that’s my story. Thanks for checking out my site.
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