I grew up in a very small town in northwest Pennsylvania with two older brothers and a younger sister. There were no malls, no McDonalds, and one movie theater that closed in the summer to avoid competition with the drive-in. (One man owned both.) One thing this town did have was a wonderful library . . . about two miles away. I walked there at least once a week and fell in love with the characters and places I read about. Summer was my favorite time to escape in a book. I loved to read late at night when the entire house was asleep. It was just me and my characters as I stretched out on the bed and gulped down their story. Around 2:00 am or so, I crept downstairs and fixed a snack—cheese and crackers or peanut butter and crackers with a glass of milk. My parents never knew, which is a good thing since we weren’t supposed to eat in bed. I always got rid of the evidence (dishes and crumbs) long before morning.
When I read those books, I really got lost in the story, and now, when I’m writing my own stories, it’s still the very best place to me. Of course, in those days if I didn’t like the author’s ending, I re-worked it in my head until I did. Oh, how I wish I had recognized those writer tendencies pointing me toward my destiny. I didn’t, not for years….until one day…late in summer, I opened a moving box and discovered an old computer disk filled with 100 pages (single spaced) of a historical romance I’d started years before. From the very moment I popped that old disk into that ancient computer, I knew I had found my passion and I have never looked back.
About the Author:
When she’s not working on her craft or following the lives of five young adult children, Mary’s digging in the dirt with her flowers and herbs, cooking, reading, walking her rescue lab mix, Cooper, or on the prefect day, riding off into the sunset with her very own “hero” husband, on his Electra Glide Classic aka Harley.
Mary has been published with Kensington, Carina Press, The Wild Rose Press, and Jocelyn Hollow Romance.
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