Chatting with Lena Hampton and Gynger Fyer

You can’t have roots and wings -Jake, Sweet Home Alabama

I’m definitely a girl with roots.  I was born, raised, and have lived my entire life in the state of Indiana. I’m a Hoosier through and through (except I didn’t go to IU).  That is why I base most of my stories in Indiana, it’s what I know.  Though my roots have been growing for over three decades, I have wings too, in the form of my imagination. I especially use those wings during the cold winter months.

Live well, laugh often, love much -Bessie Anderson Stanley

This is how I try to live and how I write. My characters always live well in the end (I’m a happy ending kind of girl). Laughter is a necessary part of life, at least it is for me.  I make my self laugh all the time, fortunately others find me funny too. 

A story and characters are born from the fire that spark ignited. The only way to put out the blaze is to put pen to paper (well more like fingers to keyboard) and tell the story that answer what if.

Storytelling is my one. I’ve been making up stories since before I could write. My dolls have lives that would have made Erica Kane blush. Once, one of my Barbies was pregnant (thanks to a cotton ball in her leotard) while in a full body cast (thanks to tissue and tape) from a ski “accident” that was caused by her rival. My mother probably shouldn’t have let me watch All My Children and Edge of Night at such an early age. Keeping my stories to myself is kind of like giving up on them, which is why I’m now sharing them. I’ve found the one and I’m not letting it go.