My earliest passions in life were reading, writing and horses. As a child, I would pretend I was a horse, galloping around the house on all fours. Later, I evolved into an upright version of my imaginary creature, equine from the waist down, rider from the waist up. I had another similarly loopy friend who rode the same kind of invisible steed and the two of us held horse races…without the horse, of course.
When I wasn’t loping around our rural home on my two-legged mount, I could be found writing. I loved Jack and Jill Magazine, so I created my own adaptation and printed an issue a month with a readership of one. Mom. Two if you count me, but I was editor-in-chief.
I graduated to writing novels, long-hand, in pencil in spiral bound notebooks. When I ran out of notebook, I had to end the story. I think my mom still has some of these in her basement. I’m glad she’s not prone to blackmail.
I also graduated to real horses. For twenty-five years I owned an assortment of the beautiful beasts, but never a racehorse, although racing remained a favorite passion of mine.
Now, years later, I’ve returned to my first two loves. I’m writing a mystery/suspense series set in the behind-the-scenes world of Thoroughbred racing. I hold a groom’s license at Mountaineer Racetrack in West Virginia, and I still ride every chance I get.
Most recently, I attained Published Penn status from Pennwriters for my regular contributions to Pennsylvania Magazine. And my short story “A Murder Runs Through It” appears in Fish Tales: The Guppy Anthology, available April 2011.