I live in Vancouver, Canada. I became a writer pretty late in life. By education, I’m a computer programmer. I worked with computers for two decades. I’m also a daydreamer, always have been. Since I remember myself, I’ve made up stories and played them in my head but I never told anyone about my daydreams. They were my dirty little secret.
Frankly, I was a bit embarrassed. I was a professional woman, a single mom with two kids. I couldn’t admit to my coworkers or even to my family that I dreamed about fantasy worlds, magic, swords, and talking squirrels. I rarely dreamed reality stories.
I never thought of myself as a writer, never wrote anything down, but I couldn’t get rid of my daydreams. I loved my dream-world’s heroes and heroines. Sometimes, they felt more alive and precious to me than the living people around me.
In 2002, I…
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