I was born in a small town in southern Mississippi, but I have never lived there a day of my life. The oldest and wisest of a handful of extremely rough and rowdy children born to a southern belle and her hardworking husband.
During the years I was an only child, I created a mass of imaginery friends. The most frequent of those to make an apperance in front of family members and my parents friends was an imaginery husband. His name was James, I don't know why.
I'm not like most writers because I didn't know from the beginning that I wanted to be a writer...I wanted to be the heroines that were written about. I wanted to be Cinderella. I wanted to be that damsel in distress. The secret princess raised by a wicked, ugly witch and rescued by the handsome and brave hero. Who doesn't?
It wasn't until I was much older, with a husband and a child of my own, that I started to put everything I had ever dreamed about down on paper...now it seems I can't stop.
I have found that is must harder to write about myself than it is to write about anyone or anything else. So, as with anything else, I will start at the beginning: