Psychics, Ghosts, and Life

Now that my website has been moved and updated completely. I don’t need to inundate the world with all of my book posts. I figured I’d write a little about myself and how my life has influenced my books.

I’ve always wanted to be a writer as along as I can remember. Books and my imagination were the escape I needed to get away from the stress of my life. Yeah we all have “stuff”. I get that. However, “my stuff” included the paranormal from a young age.

The first thing I saw was when I was three. It was a two foot, green gremlin with long sharp claws, smiling at me from the hallway of my grandparents house. I didn’t see anything else until I was older–the head of a man staring at me through the upstairs banister. Where he was standing, he would have had to be 7 or 8 feet tall for me to see his face. Again at my grandparents house.

As I got older, I realized I could see and sense stuff about other people that I shouldn’t know. I lived in a few more haunted spaces, but those are stories for another time. When I was eighteen, I found a mentor who helped me sort out all the psychic stuff. He owned a psychic salon in Boston. He brought me in for an interview and two days after graduating high school, I started working at the Tremont Tearoom. The staff there became my second family while I worked on my undergraduate degree in Creative Writing at Emerson College. Sadly, my mentor passed and it’s left a hole. Although, he drops into my dreams now and again.

I stopped working at the Tearoom a year after college. Life became normal as it can be. I moved south to NC, met my husband, and all the while I was writing. Then one day I was picked up by an e-publisher, who is no longer around, but it made my dream come true. I was a published author. That was 15 years ago roundabouts. All the years later and over 100 books, I’m still going. Sometimes I wonder if I should stop, but I keep on trucking.

So that’s a bit about me.