Broad Strokes

Let’s get this one thing out of the way.
I live alone with a cat.
"Poor dear," murmur the unenlightened. "Dotty and dull. Probably tats."
Okay, the jury’s still out on the "dotty" part. Has been for years. But women who live alone with cats can so be creative, fascinating, and mysterious.

I’m just saying.

It’s not as if I haven’t trotted around a few pretty interesting blocks in my time. In addition to all the weird scut-work jobs I worked while putting myself through school, I’ve been a college teacher, a folk singer, a professional bridge player, a travel manager, and a nun.

That’s right. A nun. A real one, unlike a certain impeccably demure faux nun running loose on this blog. (Hi, Sister Krissie!)

This is a picture of me as Sister Michael Damien on the day I received the holy habit and acquired my new name. That’s my mom sitting beside me, pretending to be happier than she was about the whole convent thang.


But that was then. Now I’m happily ensconced in Coronado, California, with all I really need to be happy: sunshine, a beach close by, a computer, lots of books, the aforesaid cat, and many friends. I’ll be blogging here with five of them, and there’s no telling what we’ll get up to.

Oh, yeah. I also write books. Only sixteen so far (nine Regencies and seven historical romances), along with a few novellas. I’ve won some awards, including the RITA, and whenever possible, I present workshops on the craft of writing popular fiction.

As you can tell from my biography, I reinvent myself every few years. There’s nothing like a new adventure to get the blood fired up. So a few months ago, I opened all the doors of my imagination and took flight into science fiction/fantasy romance. Still love the historicals, though, and hope I get to write a lot more of them.

‘Nuff for now. I gotta go tat.