If you toss me onto an island–and sometimes I wouldn’t blame you if you did–just leave me with a pen and pad of paper. That’s really all I need. I need to write. I’ve kept a daily journal since I was 12 (and still have them all–not sure why since I’ve never reread them!). In my twenties I wrote angsty love poems and horrifyingly bad screenplays. It wasn’t until my first son was born in 1990 that I hit a wall and decided to try a creative exercise. Breaking free of the strict structural confines of scripts, I opened up the floodgates and just told the story of my heart. It turned into a 650-page manuscript that I loved! I’d found my medium. I’ve written countless novels since then. They’ve evolved from Women’s Fiction to contemporary single title, as I turned from a woman-who-writes-to-stay-sane-and-happy into a professional writer. Most recently, I penned a Young Adult, which is currently a Golden Heart finalist.
I live in Connecticut with my wildly supportive, generous, kind, and honorable husband, 4 kids, and 2 very naughty kitties.