"Born in 1972. Still not dead."
Other than its tendency of skipping some of the more interesting bits, this would generally be my preferred autobiography. Unfortunately in this day and age, as well as industry, it's just never enough.
I was born in 1972 in Kingston Ontario. At the time my father was running the public health lab and my mother was working at a cytogenetics lab. In fact some of my earliest memories involve being in either lab.
Which might go a fair distance toward explaining the protective colouring of my interest in science fiction.
Of course it wasn't actually science fiction that first got me. In fact originally I had a horrible time reading. Which prompted my parents' intervention and proclamation that if something wasn't read outside of school work, They Would Pick Something For Me.
At the time it was a glorious discovery today it's almost a bit of a cliché, but I ended up reading The Hobbit. I soaked up the Lord of the Rings and, well, was hooked from there on out.
Immediately I wanted to write the kind of poetry Tolkien wrote. And proceeded to produce rather bad imitations. Forget the adage about flattery, I think it was abuse. Poor Mr. Tolkien.
Having been imaginative as long as I can remember it wasn't a great leap between wanting to read these stories and wanting to tell my own. I expanded my writing from pure poetry into actual stories around the age of 15. By this point fantasy and science fiction was all I'd ever read.
We'll skip the years of writing with little to no support for genre writing - at the time only Literature was discussed, and who was I as a teenager to know there was supposed to be a difference. Oops.
Luckily I had a series of supportive individuals, cheering on a talent I didn't end up seeing myself until much much later.
Eventually in my late 20s I experienced a moment of pure serendipity in the purchase of a book by Julie E. Czerneda. In it, besides a great story, was a link to her newsgroup on sff.net. And with that… we were off.
In that group I discovered writers that had been on my shelves for years. And I learned to see them as, more importantly, wonderful people. They generously have supported my skills and talents, helping me see myself as a writer and not just some tinkerer.
Of course it never hurts that it also was the place wherein I sold my first short story. And, come to think of it, my second.
Which brings us to the wonderment of the 'net. In this same place I was fortunate enough to meet and develop a friendship with Kristen Britain. Her unending patience and fortitude lead to my creating and still maintaining a website for Kristen, all before ever having seen her in person. Sadly, she lives on the other side of this big continent so the visits have been limited to the first and only at this point.
Here in Vancouver I continue to work on my writing, a never ending list of projects and novels, short stories and concepts ruling my life. I've spent the last eight years working for a research organization as technical support, and the last four years living with my husband and his cat. Yes, his. Not mine. The first author to admit it : I don't have a pet cat somewhere.
I'm sticking to that story.
Otherwise my life is pretty much an average place often filled with the incredible fortune of having amazing people in it I can call friends. And in some instances, Family.
Thank you for dropping by!