The first thing I can remember writing was a short story that began, “It was a dark and stormy night!” I was in grade four at the time and my father helped me write it. The story was of a haunted house, visited by a girl (myself) on Hallowe’en night.
I wonder if it was from dear ol’ dad that I inherited the shadow which much of the time permeates my stories. He loved a good twist. Whether or not my father is responsible, I suppose I’ll never really know. He died shortly after I reached the tender age of fourteen years.
Since then I’ve written four and a half novels, the first of which, a paranormal romance entitled “The Great Dagmaru,” I hope to publish in 2015.
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