I was born in Phoenix, AZ, where I still reside, despite the horrendous summer months. I currently live in a suburb of Phoenix with my husband (a truly wonderful man), three dogs, two cats, and three newts (I love love love animals).
Right out of high school, I got recruited into the corporate world and found I had a knack for accounting. I spent seventeen years in various divisions of accounting, but never felt fully satisfied by the turn my life had taken. Of all I had imagined my future to be, chained to a desk was not in any of my plans. In one of those wild moments where you’re ready to bungee jump off a building, I quit my job and went to work on opening a dog daycare business, with all the support and love of my husband. As I was planning, I used my free time to start a story. I’d read a book and was rather unhappy with the ending, so I decided to write something I would enjoy. It started out as a secret. It was a side hobby, a release, an escape. But one day, my husband came home early and caught me. Instead of allowing me to continue on in secrecy, he planted a seed of publishing in my mind.
The thought of being an author went against everything I had made of my life. Security. Stability. Debit and credits. Cars and houses. Textbook accounting. Writing was creativity; no rules, no certainties of success. And I found it exhilarating and something I absolutely loved doing.
The dog daycare idea was unattainable for us, but the writing blossomed into a dream I never bothered to dream. So here I am. Who would’ve thought?