Writer. Photographer. Artist. Non-practicing dancer.

I live with my favorite writer, my husband, on the east coast (USA). Our two talented (artist & musical theater performer) step-daughters are living their best lives as creatives. We’re a family of artists and beach lovers.

Timeline

Currently

I’m all over the board right now. I’ve got a psychological suspense I’m working on with my husband. We are each a main character and each write from our character’s point of view. I friggin love the psychology of this piece, studying sociopaths and psychopaths is fascinating. And writing one is more fun than should be legal. For crucial action scenes, we’re live-writing, a term I’ve created to describe chat/role-playing a scene before polishing it into a chapter. SO FUN.

I’m also starting to share my romance & erotica fiction pieces. My poetry has plenty of this hot stuff but it’s entirely different in a piece of fiction. Not sure why. >___>

2017, August

I set my YA novel (under a different penname) aside because the inspiration for the story was dragging me down. I was ready for something fresh.

2016, May

I’ve picked up poetry again, specifically micropoetry (thanks to Twitter) and am creating daily. Woot!

2014, September

I moved from the east coast to the mid-west. *big frowny face* And, due to the lack of entertainment options, picked up writing again after a long break. *happy dance*

2011, September

I married my favorite writer in the whole wide world. xoxo

2010, Summer

My short story, Some Might Call Me, was published in Interstice 2010.

2010, January

I released Livid, a collection of my poetry.

2001-2010

More unfathomable darkness that I got better at hiding. My suggestion: don’t do that.

1996

Graduated high school. It was anticlimactic but important.

1994-1996

Unfathomable darkness.

1994

I became a dance teacher assistant and, shortly after, a head teacher, instructing kids from toddlers to tweens. It was like a dream come true.

1988 

Started dance lessons after ten years of listening to my mom’s stories of being a professional dancer. She was beautiful and talented and loved and I wanted to be those things.

Random fact: I played the viola this year. I was good. I never practiced and was at the top of my class. But it bored me so I quit. [Lame.]

1986

I wrote my first fiction series—a mystery—where, let’s just sum it up by saying, the bad guy was caught based on his muddy boot tracks in the school. *eyeroll*

1984

I wrote a poem in Kindergarten and everyone loved it. It was about King Arthur. (Don’t even ask.) I liked that people liked it. I liked that I could use words to convey thoughts. (A novel concept, I know.)

1978

I was born. (I figure this is kind of important since nothing else on this list would exist without it.) You’re doing the math now, aren’t you? *sigh*