- I grew up in southern California in the 1970s. Back then, my friends and I would roam around our neighborhood playing Charlie’s Angels or roller skating or riding bikes until the street lights came on. That was our cue to return home for dinner.
- When the romance between Nancy and Ned Nickerson wasn’t nearly as large a part of the Nancy Drew mysteries series as I would have liked, I started checking out thin 1980s high school romances from the library. At the time I was a sixth grader. I tore through Francine Pascal’s Sweet Valley High books and many, many others. I was hooked! I loved reading romance. Absolutely loved it. My love of it continues to this day. I’m also a fan of romantic movies, TV shows, and music. Despite the fact that I was an avid reader, it never occurred to me to try my hand at writing.
- When I arrived at Baylor University (a school I wanted to attend because some older girls in my youth group at church had gone there and I thought they were cool), I couldn’t believe two things. A) how hot and humid it was in Waco, Texas. When is Autumn going to show up? What? Not until mid-October!?! You people survive in this temperature? B) How cute and well-mannered the Texas boys were. B had a way of making up for A.
- I became instant friends with a girl named Mary Robin who occupied the dorm room next to mine my Freshman year. Mary Robin is a tidy person and one afternoon in the fall of our Freshman year, she suggested we swing by her cousin’s house off campus to clean up after him and his two roommates. Why I ever agreed to donate my free time to the task of cleaning the house of three male juniors in college is beyond me now. It must have been point B from #3 that did me in. Mary Robin and I were in the midst of washing the guys’ dishes when her cousin walked in. In that inauspicious moment, I met my future husband. Those dirty dishes were a harbinger of things to come. I’m still doing that man’s dishes! Although, about half the time, he does mine. So it’s working out fine.
- His Highness and I were friends for a year before we went on our first date. Two and a half years later, we married in the California church where my parents married.
- My journey as a writer began because I read a romance novel I disliked so much that I thought to myself, “Yeesh! I think I could do this better.” Dangerous thought, that. I spent the next four years writing and receiving rejections and learning that in fact, no. I couldn’t do it better. Beware! Writing novels is a lot harder than it appears.
- When I was expecting our first child, I thought to myself, “I’ll be able to write and take care of babies simultaneously!” Dangerous thought, that. I spent the month after my oldest daughter was born nursing and not-sleeping and trying to write and learning that in fact, no. I couldn’t do both. I applaud the writers who write and mother newborns, but in my case, it seemed that either the baby or the writing had to go. Since the baby was pretty darn cute (see below), I abandoned writing for the next seven years.
- I’m an oldest child and I married an oldest child. Then we had an oldest child + two more. Three oldest children in one family of 5 makes for a whole lot of headstrong.
- I love yoga. I take two yoga classes every week. On the days when I don’t do yoga, I power walk around my neighborhood. Recently, I’ve taken to dictating scenes while I’m at it. I’m certain that my neighbors don’t find the power-walking, yoga-pants-wearing woman who talks to herself odd at all.
- Almost every single day I eat or drink the following: Coffee (my 6:45am cup of coffee is the only thing that makes mornings bearable for me). Bacon. 8 cups of water. Blue corn tortilla chips and hummus. Hot tea in the afternoon (caffeinated only when necessary). Appetizers before dinner because I enjoy appetizers more than I enjoy dinner food. Chocolate. Always chocolate, my friends.
Do you and I share any similarities? I’d love to know which ones!
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