I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. My mom introduced me to the works of Edith Wharton and Agatha Christie when I was quite young and I read them over and over. Thus, my love of mysteries and the late Victorian era.

There was no “aha” moment when I transitioned from reader to writer. I tinkered with writing most of my adult life. My real job was in corporate finance and I needed a creative outlet. It was a hobby, but one I really loved. I kept journals, wrote and sold magazine articles, and wrote two terrible romance novels that prompted me to improve my craft by attending writers’ conferences. I partnered with a friend from a conference to write a non-fiction book–Haunted Highway.

Work got busy, I got married, and I didn’t write for the next 14 years. When I retired, my first thought was to write again. But it had been so long, I didn’t know if I could still do it. After a few false starts, it all came back, and I was in the middle of my first mystery novel. Even though I’d ignored it for years, the desire to tell a story didn’t go away! And I couldn’t be happier!