I grew up in a farming community where, during the summer, I picked wild strawberries in pastures--before fall turned the trees red and gold and geese honked their way south in broody skies. In the winter, I loved watching the Northern Lights dance across the night. Today, my stories often echo bits of those rural aspects I left behind. When I'm not at the computer, I enjoy sitting in my backyard among the vivid flowers I've planted, and scratching down notes about my characters. On rainy winter evenings, you'll find me relaxing by the fireplace, lost in a book. Best of all, I can't wait to chit-chat with my real-life hero in our Pacific Northwest home at day's end.
~ Thomas Jefferson