My love of books started at an early age. My Grandfather had an impressive library of classics. Papa would sit me on his lap at the age of three and read to me. As I grew, he would give me a penny for every word that I could read out loud. I used to write short stories when I was young and read them to my sister Cathy. She was my biggest fan. Life went on and I raised four children. I would tell my children stories at bedtime and discovered that I had a pretty good imagination. I worked as a florist to make for thirty-five years. I am now retired and at home with my two dogs, some ducks, and chickens. I grow my own vegetables and I love being at home. Now is the time. I write my book and dedicate it to my Grandchildren. My book will teach children to appreciate nature and protect it from the terrible trolls that destroy it. I hope to instill my love of nature in my young readers.
What is your writing process?
I start with a basic idea. I have always been fascinated with fantasy and fairies. That was the basis for my first book, A Tale Of Dreams. I like to look at pictures to get my creative juices flowing. (I use links to those pictures on my blog and website to share with readers.) I make notes on characters, I like to create their personalities to go along with their images. I keep a log of them. I then produce a story line with a beginning middle and end. I create some twists, turns and surprises. This is a pretty basic summary. There are ideas coming to me as the book progresses. Sometimes I surprise myself as I write. There are days when everything just flows and then of course I have days where I struggle a bit. My husband loves it when I include some of his ideas in my writing. He enjoys it when I read the days writing to him and I love getting his input.
Do you remember the first story you ever read, and the impact it had on you?
I remember the first book I read. It was Dick and Jane. My Grandfather was an avid reader and a collector of the classics. He would sit me on his knee and read to me. When I was about four years old, he would give me a penny for every word I could read out loud. That was quite an incentive back in the 1960's. I am grateful that he Papa gave that gift to me. I loved reading and writing and it was all because of him.
Mothers stories seemed so real that Cameron often wondered if she had been there. Mother spoke of a magical land far away that was called Dreamland. It was a land of dreams where fairies and elves lived in harmony with nature. Cameron never suspected that tonight, the night of his tenth birthday that he would travel to Dreamland in his dreams. Cameron soon discovers that Dreamland is in danger.