It’s only too late if you don’t start now…
I admit it – I’m a late bloomer; Stitches was published on my 60th birthday.
My career path was not a straight shot – it consisted of several forks in the road. From an Executive Secretary back in the day, to an HR Director, to a therapist, to running a senior center. In this bramble bush of a career, I heard tons of stories.
I heard from women about abuse, grief, identity, and re-birth – so much so I became an advocate for the victims of this world – abused women, neglected children, and abandoned animals. I’ve witnessed changes women can create in themselves and in others, even late in life (the second chapter).
I have never been a huge political activist, but I find myself complaining for the first time. And I’m not alone. (Maybe that’s my next book.)
How I began writing seriously:
San Diego Heritage Park is in San Diego’s Old Town, a group of six Victorian-era houses that have historical value, but are boarded up and looking very sad. In my head I was in charge of the complex and turned it into an art colony. The first house would be dedicated to needlework; thus Stitches was born from both my experience as a bereavement counselor and a needle worker. It was a match.
I went home and began to pound the keyboard, not having a clue what I was doing, but it felt right. That was ten years ago. The pandemic forced me to finish the two that come in behind it, Canvas and Pages, and now Trinkets is launched as of April 2024.
Palm Springs is a lovely place to retire and contemplate your next chapter. My husband of 45 years and my rescued animals keep me busy and motivated to keep going and make a difference with my one voice. My books talk about social issues I feel strongly about, and I hope they open up discussion and discovery for others.
In addition to pounding away on the keyboard, I also brandish a paint brush, glue stick, watercolors, pastels, stencils, paper, ink, pots, pans, seasonings, yarn, beads, fabric, and an occasional bit of exercise. Very occasional.