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From a cathartic romp with words in the early morning pre-dawn, exploring mind and memory and recording impressions in a journal to the vigilant search for truth in a sea of texts and reference books, to the joyous discovery of characters and plots, descriptive prose and the cadence of a good story....this is part of my everyday life. Finding a voice, and then understanding that finding a voice includes identifying and utilizing voices of other perspectives too has taken some time. For a while all I could do is describe. Then for a while all I could do was write dialogue. There does come a day when what was once oh so laborious is simple and freeing. The main thing is to be true to yourself and your own perceptions, putting aside fears of criticism and rejection. This too, comes with constancy. Reading and re-reading and editing and re-editing, until there is no necessity. Then other eyes can follow.
This is supposed to be a biographical sketch and yet I make no mention of gender or family or career. In fairness to readers and to honor intuition and intelligence most could tell from my writings that I am a woman born more than half a century ago, with children all grown, and grandchildren, with a variety of interests and concerns. I prefer to weave my stories around my real life experiences, so that every character is me, and you, or someone I know, and every character is not me, or you, or any of the family or friends that look so carefully to find themselves in my characters.
Writing speaks for itself, and readers need no preface.
In a world that seeks to be heard and understood, I bring my creative works like an offering, to be joined to the great voice that is all of us.