Fun Friday—Me, Becoming a Writer

Okay, so I’ve basically told you my life story in words this week. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words . . .

Was I thinking of stories even then? Could have been, but that was a very, very long time ago! (Hey! I still have that cowlick!)

I wish I had a porch swing now, because I’ve always loved to swing—it’s a great time to meditate on new story ideas! (That’s one of my grandfather’s paintings behind me against the fireplace.)

From a very early age, I loved romance stories—enough even to share with my big sister! (She’s the one in the fashionable yellow tights!)

Nothing like conflict early in life to give a writer lots of life experiences to draw from. (Yes, that’s me in the glasses.)

Here I am at age fourteen—around the time when I first started writing.

Here I am at age 21—do any of you writers out there recognize that far off, dreamy look in my eyes?

A couple of years later, and I was already practicing my “incognito” look for when I hit the NYT bestseller list.

Everyone’s favorite building at Hogwarts…I mean Seton Hill University, my grad school.

Here I am, giving the prayer at commencement. Who else was going to do it but the Inspirational Romance writer?

No, Mike and Al aren’t strangling me (even though they may have wanted to)—they’re “hooding” me. I wanted that hood for SO long, I almost burst into tears when I finally got it!

Hail the conquering graduate!

With my wonderful, wonderful agent, Chip MacGregor.

Me, the published author.