As a little girl, books were my escape, and reading was my happy place. On Saturday mornings before the sun was awake, I’d tuck myself into a blanket behind our garage with my latest library find. I’d stay there until midday when, coming out of my stupor, I’d realize my mother had been searching everywhere for me. I dreamed of being a writer, but my fear of failing stood in my way.

Today, I am driven by the characters themselves to put their words to paper. On those days I have extra time for myself, I love to draw a hot bath and get pulled away into the setting of a good book. Otherwise, I’ve got a pen in one hand and paper in another, allowing my imagination to take me away. (Ok, truthfully, I’ve generally got both hands pecking away at the keyboard.) My favorite places to write are busy airports, malls, or coffee shops. I seem to derive much inspiration from the activity and energy of those around me.