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I hear voices. But more than that, I see faces and stories
that unfold in my mind in full vivid color and sound. I
thought it was just my burden (yes, burden) until I put
pencil to paper. (Yes, pencil and paper. This was a
bazillion years ago before computers came into my world.)
I have poor vision and have worn glasses since age three.
This somewhat limited my ability to take part in sports or
whatever outside. I have limited depth perception, which
means I walked into my share of walls. The sun was too
bright and would zero in through my lenses, blinding me.
Plus, I didn't like getting sweaty. So I would read. And did
I read!
I consumed books like chocolate, never getting enough. I
would spend babysitting dollars at yard sales and walk away
with WAGON LOADS of books. I didn't care what they were;
they were food for the soul. Sci-fi, mystery, police drama,
romance, you name it, if it had a cover, I read it. Getting to the library in my rural town was hard
during the summer but those five and ten cent books kept me
fed. I read books I would cringe to let my pre-teen read now.
A friend in elementary school wrote a story and I liked it.
I realized then she, like me, had a world in her head no one
else knew about. So I wrote a tale. And another. And another
And have never stopped. My stories grew as I did from young
adult (before there was a specific genre called that) to
romance.
Why romance? It was the theme that ties everything I read
together. Star Trek to Murder in a Small Town to Scruples, everywhere I looked was love. So that is
where I found my home; in love, in romance and all the
flavors it had to offer.
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