When writing comes as naturally as breathing, few things are more rewarding. Editing, falling in love with your characters … laughing with them, crying with them, getting inside their hearts and minds. Then to sit back after a long day of writing feeling fulfilled and to go to bed at night excited to get back to your stories again before the sun comes up, it just doesn’t get any better than that.
After an extensive career in administration (The Salk Institute mainly, but also Hennepin County General Hospital), I took a leap of faith to pursue my passion and never looked back. Writers often begin our journeys with stories about our childhood. But I had another arrow in my quiver. During World War II, my mother’s first cousin lived in The Netherlands. His stories were so compelling, I decided to write my first novel marrying the two. Before I knew it, I had a trilogy published through Lamppost ... Tracks in the Snow, Somewhere Between Raindrops, and A Whisper on the Wind.
When finished, I decided to write a sequel. So I'm driving down the road one day and decide I need to kill off one of my main characters, Big Ole. So beloved was he that I didn't cry, I sobbed. When I got home, I told my hubby that I needed to kill off Big Ole, and he came unglued. "Do not kill off Big Ole!" A couple of days later, out of the blue, he passionately makes another plea. So I decided to write a prequel instead about Big Ole's early life. Two books into it (A Carriage Ride Home and Heather in a Tempest), I have now crossed over to writing screenplays. And I definitely feel I've found my lane.