As a child, I was a dreamer, not a reader. Hmm, the first part of that last sentence is still true. Somewhere along the way daydreams progressed beyond a world where knives, forks and spoons had secret lives and when left alone, dolls had tea parties and danced. Magic and the special ingredient called, ‘what if’, still play a major part in my daydreams.
The path that led to writing was simple. Having read a book that was two pints of blood shy of having a living, breathing, story line, I stated that I could do better. The universes answer was to present an appealing daydream of triplets, a magic potion, romance and suspense that begged to be told.
Home is several acres of land nestled in a small valley outside Boise, Idaho.