Im not entirely sure when I started writing. So many times throughout my life, I have written something. Often it was in the form of an assignment at school, journals, or blogging.

When I was in grade 7, I wrote a fable for English class about why blue jays scream before it rains. I was pretty proud of it and even had it read to the class as an example.

Messy when Im not working. In order for me to work there I first have to tidy it.

The cost. I trust that major publishers would do everything I need, however, I am not in a position to pay as much as its required. Also an indie author can publish quicker and after 4 years of wondering if this book was worthy of public consumption, I needed it available immediately.

A spin off book where Delores finds a friend in someone she never suspected. The places they go and things they see are just as challenging and just as reality based as the fist book.

I am a huge Stephen King reader

If I have a scenario pop into my head, then I will write it down immediately. Once do that then I will gently build on it and even try to visualize what the scene looks like.

I remember reading 'Owls in the Family' by Farley Mowat when I was about 11. I enjoyed it so much that when I found 'Never Cry Wolf' I devoured that one too. I thought that if I ever wrote anything, it would be in the same style as Farley Mowat. As an adult with a young child I found myself in quite the ironic situation. We were traveling from Nova Scotia to Ontario in the early summer of 1991 by train. Once we got settled in our seats we decided to grab our books and go all the way to the back of the train, which was the glass dome car. We came into one of the cars and I noticed that there was a crowd of teenage kids sitting on the floor and all over the backs of the seats. I wiggled my way through clearing a path for my daughter and I happen to notice a gentleman with a big white beard talking to these kids. I asked one of them "is that who I think it is?" The teen said with a smile "Yes!" I was star struck but didnt want to interrupt. We kept on walking all the way to the back and I knew that this was a prime example of opportunity missed. I gathered up my daughter and headed back so that I could just say hi to this man. I contemplated getting an autograph from him but it was an odd request because I had Stephen King's 'Pet Cemetery' and figured it may be inappropriate. But he was an author! And he probably would have delighted in the fact that I had asked him to autograph the book I had in my hand. But when I got to his car, he was gone. He had gotten off a few minutes after I saw him. My brush with Farley Mowat will always be remembered and I still have his gentle voice in my head.

I have a Sony e-reader. This is my first e-reader and to tell you the truth, I never thought I would have one. Im glad I do, its quite handy.

I grew up in northern Manitoba and rural Nova Scotia. We had so much fun as kids. We came in for lunch and supper and the things we did during the day were worth talking about at the table. At the end of each day I would wish I could do things again and again. However, each morning we had a different plan. As I grew older I would tell some of my stories to people and after a while they would loose something in the translation..... so many kids today have far too many gadgets in the house and for me to tell them that I walked down a dirt road to get home seems foreign to them. I dont expect everyone will get the full feeling of what I say but I do hope they can at least want to know what it feels like.