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 series of mysteries set in the behind-the-scenes world of Thoroughbred racing. I have a wonderful agent who’s trying to place them with a publisher, so check back to follow my progress.
Or read my blog at www.annettedashofy.blogspot.com
to keep tabs on my venture into the world of publishing.
I hope you enjoy browsing around my website.