The promised land of reading lay in the distance—first grade.
Second shattered illusion—a person doesn’t automatically learn to read the first day of first grade. (Why didn’t someone warn me?)
Then came the day I got the right number of ‘looks’ on the “Look, look, look, look, look” page of Dick and Jane. Better than a birthday. I joyfully named the first stray cat who stayed ‘Puff.’
Some time before third grade, I knew I wanted to be a writer.
Now my reading choices range from wordless books to picture books to middle grade to
young adult and adult books and across many genres—fantasy, historical ﬁction,
science ﬁction, poetry, zombies (well, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies), and non-ﬁction.
One of the great things about being an elementary school teacher is the automatic justification for buying lots of kid’s books.
I live in Southern California with my husband, revolving sons, and three cats. My husband is a great guy who loves baseball (since my other childhood goal was to be a shortstop, this works), dinosaurs, and classic cars.
He has the misfortune to be married to a woman who answers “red,” if you ask her what kind of a car she has.
If you push, I’ll be able to tell you it’s a Ford, but this will result in an automatic attempt to recreate the old commercial with the animated dog whose mouth formed the letters when he said, “It’s a F-O-R-D.”
Couldn’t do it when I was a kid either.
Fast forward: Finally, I have time and lots more brain space to devote to reading, digging in the dirt, putting pieces of fabric together to see how they look, and writing.
My two books are independently published. However, as a shy person raised by people who (according to Garrison Keillor) don’t put peas in the tuna casserole because it’s too show-offy, I find promotion and marketing very, very, very, very, very hard.
Overcoming years of training, I recently made my first casserole (not tuna) with peas.
If I can do that, I’m ready to get more than a toe in social media and to wade in, at least up to the ankles. So you can find me on Twitter, and any day now I’ll update Facebook.
But I probably won’t put peas in another casserole. (Maybe the show-offy part is putting them in a casserole without overcooking them? Anybody know how to do that?)