I’ve always had a vivid imagination—ever since I can remember. The first five years of my life I was an only child so I had to amuse myself much of the time. I had two imaginary playmates named Lavory and McGuvney. I’m sure anyone who saw me walking around talking to the air thought I had a screw loose. No. I was perfectly lucid. I was either talking to my friends seen only by me or I was making up dialog.
I started writing stories when I got to Junior High. Silly teenage fluff. Stock characters. No setting. Worst of all—NO CONFLICT. My writing sat on a back burner through the sixties and seventies while I followed my Air Force husband around and took care of five kids.
My husband died in 1985 and I went back to college. After getting a Masters degree in English I took every writing course that came along and read every book I could get my hands on about the writing process.
Last year I published my first novel—Wild Justice—which earned an Honorable Mention in the Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards. Then my friend, Jessica Ferguson, suggested I put together a collection of the short fiction I had accumulated over the years. That book is now published. Sidonie and the Loup-Garou: Other Stories from the Bayou is live on Amazon in print and on the Kindle. One of the shorter pieces follows:Continue Reading