I was either writing or reading something since I was thirteen. I published my first novel when I was forty. I hadn’t written anything in between for over a decade. I’m still trying to understand where along the road I took the wrong bend. My mom’s sister was a member of our family. She came... Continue Reading →
Dear Diary,
I’m sorry it’s been a while. We haven’t spoken for ten years. But let’s focus on the bright side. I have so much to share with you. I quit my prestigious job and left the office nine-to-five routine behind. I have written and self-published three books. The road to self-publishing has been bumpy. And it... Continue Reading →