I've been trying to trade biographies with someone young, gorgeous, and charismatic, but until then have to stick with the, uh, less glamorous truth: I was born in 1951, got a double BA in German and History, which included a year in Europe on a poor student budget (as in eating once a day). Eventually I earned a masters in European history--to be told there were zero jobs for people like me. This was something us boomers heard our entire lives: "There are too many of you!"
Among the many jobs I've turned a hand at were popcorn stand worker (after which I couldn't stand the sight or smell of popcorn for some thirty years), waitstaff, nanny, bartender, and an electrical supply verifier—until, in the late seventies I capped quotations of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" with a screenwriter Harry Kleiner, who promptly offered me a job as his secretary. I wore various hats in the film industry before I went back to writing for print.
To date I've published over fifty books, one of which was an Anne Lindbergh Honor Book; I've twice been a finalist for the Mythopoeic Fantasy Award and once a Nebula finalist. My romantasy Crown Duel has been continually in print since the early nineties. I'm an instructor at Viable Paradise Writing Workshop on Martha’s Vineyard, and I've got a Patreon, where future volumes are being posted in rough draft. I've been a reader as long as I've been a writer, and enjoy reviewing books I love both here at Bookbub and at Goodreads. My newsletter signup is here.
I belong to a writers' consortium at Book Vew Cafe--and really, really appreciate when readers buy my books there. We authors get 90% of the royalty, unlike everywhere else where publishers get the lion's share, and once you buy a book there, you own it. None of this "licensing as long as your account is good."
I've been trying to trade biographies with someone young, gorgeous, and charismatic, but until then have to stick with the, uh, less glamorous truth: I was born in 1951, got a double BA in German and History, which included a year in Europe on a poor student budget (as in eating once a day). Eventually I earned a masters in European history--to be told there were zero jobs for people like me. This was something us boomers heard our entire...