I was raised in Africa and will always have a fondness for arid landscapes and flat-topped thorn trees. To date I’ve lived on three continents and have more passports than names. Useful in the event of a zombie apocalypse. Although by then I suspect we’ll be eating our passports. Or each other. I digress… a lot.
Like you, I love books. Stories. If I could have merged with books, as a child, I would have. I’ve read most genres, in stages. What stuck are crime and romance which is probably how I ended up writing a blend of romance, crime and humor. More a box wine blend than vintage. If I ever rub a lamp and a genie appears I’ll ask that I become the kind of writer who can write books that give you what books gave me. Escape. Happiness. Another world. Oh, and World Peace. I’ll definitely ask for World Peace. I’m hoping for three wishes because then I can get that Walmart distribution deal, too.
My characters are flawed. They’re thin, fat, serious, funny, nerdy, bright, conscienceless, vain, plain, beautiful, well-meaning, brave, cowardly, callous, bold, bossy, and timid. My consistent theme is that you get a truer life if you just have the courage to be yourself whoever that imperfect creature is. And there is someone out there who will love the imperfect you because you are perfect for them. And on the way there are bodies, danger, and dogs. And the occasional cat. Minnie Coolidge, vain, crazy-brave supermodel just could not have a dog. It had to be a supercilious cat. Mary Holmes, a house-proud, well-meaning, bossy fusspot, just had to have an incredibly stinky dog who’d had a hard life and needed Mary’s gritty, loving loyalty. Much like Crash Coolidge did…
Because this is my world, I always write a happy ending. That box wine blend does not come with a hangover. Love prevails. Justice is mostly served. There are tears and tragedy along the way but you know they’ll get through it. Like people mostly do. They do the best they can and mostly, it’s enough.
I have a logjam of these stories and people in my head and heart. I hope you’ll stay around for more of them.
xoxo,
Susan