CHILDHOOD and FAMILY LIFE: I was born March 18th, 1981 in Dallas, Texas and have lived in the Lone Star state all my life. On my second birthday, my mom went into labor with my little brother, who was born the next day. Growing up, I had the “normal” childhood life, with two loving parents, a silly little brother, who followed me everywhere I went, and a dog. Every summer, we would go to Hawaii and stay at the same hotel, year after year. During those trips, I fell in love with Danielle Steel. On those vacations, I would read three to five of her books. At that time, I was only a young girl, not even a teenager, and that’s when I really fell in love with being in love, and a new-found love for adult style books. My parents didn’t see anything wrong with it, because in the famous Ms. Steel’s books, there isn’t any erotica, so what’s wrong with a reading, right? Sometimes, I still wish I was a kid who could go on those summer vacations and not have a care in the world, and literally put my face in a book, the entire trip…
MARRIED LIFE: My husband and I met through mutual friends. We didn’t like each other at all, but somehow we became friends and were friends for two and a half years before we started dating. (To this day, neither of us know how it happened, because nothing really changed us). On our sixth anniversary, June 12th, 2009 (though he and I don’t agree completely on that date — ha, ha), he proposed to me, and we were married exactly six months later, on December 12, 2009. He is my Hero, and I’m his Heroine, (cheesy, I know). We are parents to our twelve-year old cat, Thorndike.
THINGS I LOVE: Writing, reading, cooking, being in the country, rain, country music, my cat, my iPhone, Scrivener, my family and friends, being cold, cloudy days, Cosabella pajamas, George Clooney, “Friends”, cigars, English and Irish accents, books, beer, wine, margaritas, chips and queso, Mexican, Italian and Chinese food…the list could go on forever!
WRITING LIFE: I always read, I never wrote much as a kid. When I was fifteen or sixteen, I started writing poetry, and even had a poem published in The Great American Poet’s Society book. I gave up poetry in my early twenties, pushing the large binder of spirals aside, thinking that I had been going through a phase, and I needed something to really do. Nothing came my direction for quite a long time, as I really had no idea of what I wanted to do (when I grew up). I went to culinary school at the Art Institute of Dallas for almost two years, but thanks to having two major medical setbacks, my love for writing came back to me. For about seven months, I wrote and wrote and wrote. I experienced the ups and down of a writer, but I think that I was really just doing it for something to do, because my heart still wasn’t in it. After writing about fifty-seven pages, that story got pushed aside when I got engaged. Three months after I got married, I was alone one night and made a decision — “I’m going to write a book,” and yes, I did say it out loud, if you’re wondering. That night, I after researching several online writing programs, I signed up for classes at Gotham Writers’ Workshop. Almost a year later, and after taking many classes, I’m about to finish what I’m hoping will be my first book of many.