I used to always say that my books were my children. But, now, that my son is here, I realize that's not quite right. Instead of children, they are more like...facets of my soul, of my self. Perhaps that sounds dramatic, but I really don't intend it to be. It's a simple fact. It's impossible to write a book without slipping your personality, your feelings, your fears, your hopes, dreams, wishes, into it--at least a little.
The characters are parts of you, they are people you know, or have met or would like to meet one day. They are stitched together, little quilts of people that a writer creates so that at the end of a novel I am left with a patchwork of vibrant chaotic colors, all of the patches shades of myself and my thoughts.
I am extremely proud of my work, even my earlier work that may be...lacking in the skills I have honed a bit more as my writing has advanced and I have grown more comfortable with my own style. Not to mention the fact that I work with some pretty amazing editors and reviewers now.
And though I am a new mother, I am determined to finish the third book in the Starlight Symphonies Series and to begin a new novel I've been dreaming up for a while now by the end of the year.
If you have read any of my work before, thank you, sincerely. If you haven't I invite you to try it out. It is a little mystery, a little romance, a little spooky, ghostly, supernatural, fantastic, historical. It's fun and according to the reviews--people like it.
And if you have read some of my work, well, read more of it. And if you've read all of it, recommend it to a friend. I love to be shared.
May I recommend:
or the most recent novel:
Enjoy! And get reading!