I’ve written stories for various reasons throughout my life. As a young child, I wrote to reach out to others. I studied ballet intensely from the ages of three to twenty, spending hours every week in serious dance studios. Feeling disconnected from my public-school friends and teachers, I wrote them funny stories about imaginary animals and places, using them to establish a narrative bond.
Then, in my teens and twenties, I wrote to understand things. I filled journal after journal with musings about life and stories about people who were more and less put together than I was. I lived vicariously through these characters, free to experiment with alternate life choices from the safety of my writing desk.
By the time I entered my thirties, I was married to Chris, we had two beautiful daughters, Julia and Laura, and I had embarked upon a career as an architect. Writing stories became an occasional creative outlet, allowing me to mind-travel during the brief respites I had between carpool runs and client meetings. I relished those stolen minutes at my desk, though, feeling freer than at any other time during that decade of my life.
In my forties, Julia and Laura grew up and began their own, independent lives and Chris became obsessed with fiddle-playing and meat-smoking, which allowed me to devote much more time to writing. I went back to school and obtained a MFA in Creative Writing from Fairfield (Connecticut) University, a life-changing experience for me. In the process, I wrote four novels, one of which, Frozen Voices, won the Fairfield Book Prize and was published by New Rivers Press in December 2016.
Now in my fifties, story-writing occupies a much more central role in my life. I’ve left architecture, for the most part, and am concentrating on promoting Frozen Voices, finding an audience for my other stories, and concocting new tales to tell. I have thoroughly enjoyed my life’s writing journey so far, and look forward to seeing where it will take me in the future.