I never thought getting published would take so long. I have been writing since I was ten years old but it’s only been about ten years that I have been seriously trying to get published. People don’t believe me when I tell them I am shy and timid. I’m a big mouth–now. When I was in school, a dear lady inadvertently became my mentor, Ms. Glenoria Jennette. She told me I had a choice, let other people tell me what I could or couldn’t do, or try new things and see what happened. It wasn’t easy, I’m fearful by nature but I am also a Leo and this cowardly lion has begun to roar.
Writing gives me a voice I never realized I had. I am a peace-keeper, unused to demanding to be heard. The older I get the more able I am to voice my opinion but I still shy away from anything controversial. But not in my stories. With fiction I am able to tackle the real issues of my life: racism, cancer, domestic violence, relationships, anything I see, hear or experience. Through my stories I hope to entertain and if by chance, I also give you something to think about, then that’s great.
I am blessed to be married to my own, slightly greasy, sometimes less than charming, prince. He is my best friend and my advocate. He pushes me forward even when I’d rather drag my feet. He has tried to teach me that I have a right to speak up and be heard. For a redneck, mechanic from rural North Carolina he is surprisingly–a feminist. He comes from a long line of strong women. It is through their influence and his support that I finally feel confident enough to publish my stories.