Growing up on a farm
in middle Tennessee that has been in my family for generations, the best days
were the ones spent in a barn loft or pretending the trees surrounding my home
contained magical waterfalls and enchanted castles. My obsession with reading
started with Golden Books and authors like Richard Scarry, before bursting into
adventures with Henry Reed, Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, and Trixie Beldon. As I
grew, so did my list of iconic authors. P.D. James, Agatha Christie, and even
Stephen King topped my most-wanted lists along with the mysteries of Lillian
Jackson Braun and Rita Mae Brown. It was the adventure, the puzzle, the quest
for overcoming the conspiracies and evil that fueled my imagination. My first
written story was comprised in the second grade and called The Mysterious
Red Scratches. I was hooked!
In Southern bliss at
the University of Mississippi, I began writing fiction for fun, entertaining myself,
as only I would read the works. Under the massive magnolias that once gave
flight to William Faulkner’s imagination, I yearned for success in inventing
stories. But reality deemed it a time of pursuing dreams of corporate news
agencies rather that fictional locations. I dove into newspaper reporting and
magazine writing. Specialty writing soon combined my world of horses and my pen,
and I spent years while rearing my children (there are three), employed in such
endeavors.