I wrote my first horror story at the age of 8 after watching The Exorcist. That was when I knew I was going to write. When I was a teenager, I was one of those tortured girls who stalked the halls with a black trenchcoat billowing out behind her like the raven wings of death. And yeah, I would have totally said something like that too. I didn't want anyone to read my work until I was dead and I dreamt of Lit classes where frustrated students would be forced to ponder what I was trying to say. I have to confess that it still makes me rub my hands together and cackle, just a little bit.

That's obviously changed! I want to share my work with the world because I know I touch people. Whether it's a kick, punch, tickle or a butterfly kiss. I stumbled onto the light-hearted side of the romance genre quite by accident. I didn't even know I was funny until someone told me. I started basing some of my heroine's misfortunes on my own, things that you think can't happen to anyone, but they happen to me. Most of my personal stories start out with, "I was dating this guy..." and all hell breaks loose from there.

I write in several genres. Horror and romance are my first loves, but I'm currently shopping a YA I've begun posting here and a true crime memoir about my time as a corrections officer in an all male max facility. As with everything in my life, hijinks ensue!

I'm a social creature and I only bite if you try and steal my pail while we're building sandcastles. Or you say "conversate", then I bite repeatedly.

My dreams? You know Meryl Streep's character in She-Devil? Her, but sans the other woman's husband and all the junk that's attached. I've got my own. Husband and junk. *grin* Book tours and signings, seeing shelves full of my stories and readers hooked on the characters that live in my head.