I have loved books ever since I was six years old and picked up a copy of Little Lord Fauntleroy. I still vaguely remember puzzling out the first sentence. That was quite a few years ago, and I’ve been reading voraciously ever since. Somewhere in my early forties I found to my delight that writing books is a pursuit that is not exclusively reserved for the privileged few, and that, moreover, I can actually write stories myself.
It takes a village to write a book—well, a community, anyway—and in my journey towards writing and publishing, I realized that I’m quite good at helping other people make their books better, so I hung out my shingle as editor.
Ceramics is a passion I discovered at thirteen in a pottery class in high school. I still have the fruit bowl I made then, and I use it every day. “One day, I’ll have my own pottery shop,” I promised myself, and several decades later that dream became a reality.
I read, write, play with clay, edit, and drink tea in the lovely Southern Interior of British Columbia, Canada.