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I'm one of those writers who can't stay in one genre...I started out writing articles and essays, added photojournalism, moved on to children's stories and books while writing adult short stories, and finally to novels for middle-grade readers and adult novels from women's fiction to romance and mysteries. But wait...here comes an idea for another children's book! Will I ever finish this mystery novel I'm working on?
I was a lucky child, fortunate to have parents who read to each other and to my sister, brother and me. Even in the drought-ridden ranch country of South Dakota, where eking out a living during the lingering years of the depression was difficult at best, books were a precious part of everyday life. The family moved to southern Minnesota when I was three, to a farm six miles from the closest library, and so began the weekly trek to town for reading material. The aging librarian (I can still picture the grey-haired bun on her head) soon knew me well, and it wasn’t long before I was picking out my own bags of books. Bless her heart, she never tried to censor what I took. so I pulled from every stack that looked interesting.One of my favorite memories is seeing my mother sitting on a straight-backed chair in the hallway between our bedrooms, the ceiling light shining on her book. She took us to Wonderland, to Adventureland, to Fantasyland, passing her love of reading to all of us.
Of course writing had to follow. When I was 13, the family moved north, where we lived in a forested area, and I explored the old, overgrown logging roads on my bicycle. One summer day, I came home bug-bitten, brush-scratched and bedraggled, sat down and wrote my first article. I think it was titled, “Don’t be a Nature Lover.” Of course I got my first rejection slip—but the editor was kind and wished me luck in my future endeavors. Imagine me—just a kid!— getting a letter from a big-time publication! I was hooked.
I still am.