I’m a freelance writer who resides in Molalla, Oregon, an old timber town. I raise alpacas, llamas and an undetermined number of free-range chickens. For a day job, I’m a business analyst for a large multination software corporation.
I’m a member of several writing organizations including Willamette’s Writer’s Group, Romance Writers of America, Rose City Romance Writers and 9Bridges. In addition to attending writer’s conferences and seminars, I actively participates in a critique group.
I write cross genres of romance, paranormal, adventure and mystery. I have several in the hopper and one that should be published this time next year.
Here’s some interesting facts about me:
- I have an alpaca and llama farm where I grow beautiful fiber of various colors. I shear once a year and sell the fiber raw, dyed, or processed into rovings or yarn. The main blanket of fiber can be used for knitting, crocheting, weaving, spinning and felting. The rest of the fiber can be used for hundreds of things like insulation, weed barrier, composting, rugs and carpet material. These are but a few examples. The production side of the business is fascinating, but nothing compares to the joy of living with alpacas and llamas. They can teach you many things about life: enjoying the food you’re provided, enjoying the sun on your belly and, when necessary, spitting to solidify your point.
- I ran a dog sled for five days in northern Alaska along the Iditarod Trail, experiencing nature in its harshest environment. Although I’d been to Alaska on numerous adventures, this amazing trip introduced to me a part of Alaska I’d never witnessed. I met amazing people -the locals, outsiders that volunteer their time, and spectators living the experience of the Iditarod. While dogs have always been a part of my family, I learned something new about sled dogs – their skills, their hard work, their devotion and loyalty, and their love to just balls out run. It’s a time in my life I’ll never forget.
- I spent twelve days on the savannahs of Africa, specifically Tanzania. Those days were spent camping in tents, hiking to meet bush tribes, witnessing the lives of the native animals from large to small. Some wonderful memories include watching a large elephant herd whose matriarch chased us away from the herd’s youngest addition, taking a balloon ride over the Serengeti, being up close and personal with giraffes eating leaves just fifty feet away, and hearing the warning growl of a male lion who thought we might be too close to his females. At night, laying in our tents, we could hear the snorting of buffalo, the destruction of a neighboring campsite by hyenas, and we listened to hundreds of other unnamed sounds that rule the night. We spent an equal amount of time birding, tracking the hundreds of species of birds that call eastern Africa their home. To be an observer in Africa, safe in your lodge, cannot compete with being on the ground and meeting the adventure head on.