When I was a little mongoose, I used to love
crayons. I drew with crayons. I wrote with crayons.
I even melted them together and made my own colors: burnt sienna and cornflower swirl.

I grew up conflicted. Should I aspire to artist or  writer?

The way I solved the problem was to become an advertising creative. But, alas, I learned early on that art directors often got partnered with copywriters who weren't...shall we say, very dangerous?

So, I learned to be a copywriter.

After all, I was a risk taker and a rebel. And my career did seem to take off. I won many national awards including the Clio and the New York Art Director's Club Gold. My work was even published in Communication Arts magazine. What more could I ask for? Create my own worlds? Goddess of my own universe?

Yes!

I began to write fiction. And I wrote and wrote.  Then I did a lot of rewriting––until I got good enough to attempt a full length book. After I finished that first manuscript, I wrote another. Last July, I completed my third novel, THE YARD MAN (Subtitled: An Affaire with Mr. Kennedy) and I am currently on schedule to finish the next ms. in The Yard Men Series, THE SEDUCTION OF PHAETON BLACK, end of May, 2010.

My next two full length stories are both mainstream with romantic elements, and I can't wait to begin! One, is a historical suspense story set in India (turn of the century British Raj) working title:  LIEUTENANT BLOOD'S UNBEARABLE ACT OF LOVE. The other project is set in Scotland during WWII, and titled THE SHEEP INSPECTOR.

The goal for the second half of 2010 through 2011 is to see if I can finish two novels, each with a word count of say––95,000? 

Wish me luck!