Everything you never asked to know about Brenda
Welcome to my website. I'm not sure what brought you to my little slice of the web, but here you are, so I assume you want to know a bit about me, which means either you're bored, intrigued, or a psycho stalker of my past. (Unfortunately, I'd lay money on the third option, but that's another story all together.)
I think I'm supposed to say that I've always written since like... birth. It seems like most writers have a history from a very early age that had them writing short stories and scenarios for their dolls or Barbies or just for themselves. I never did. Having said that, I have no memory of learning to read. I have no memory of buying my first book. I just remember always having books, and as I grew into that awkward preteen age, I was fascinated with the Sweet Valley High series. From there, I seemingly fell accidently into Harlequin imprints. I don't remember the exact time or circumstances of it -- one just suddenly blended in with the other. I didn't "steal romance novels from my mother's room" either. She didn't read them -- she's more of the Reader's Digest type. I do remember going to yard sales with my grandmother, and that's when my "library" started growing. I specifically loved the Silhouette suspense -- you had the romance and the thrill -- best of both world. Some time in the 90s, my reading carried over to Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I loved them, and I specifically remember thinking: If only they had romance, it'd be perfect.
Little did I know at the time that such a genre existed: romantic suspense.
Then the next thing happened kind of at the same time. I'd grabbed a Harlequin book at a yard sale (no bookstores where I lived, and internet wasn't like it is now and readily available -- thus my pure and complete ignorance on the vast sub-genres of
romance out there) and I remember reading that book (don't ask the title or author, because I've since forgotten) and thinking, "I could have written that same book SO much better." THAT idea bled into my thought process around the same time of "If only King or Koontz had romance in their novels" and TADA! I thought I could write the book I wanted to read: the romance of Harlequin, the suspense of Koontz, and the gore of King.
So I wrote it.
Whatever you do, do NOT ask where that particular book is right now. If you do not heed this warning, I'm totally not responsible for any insane, maniacal banshee sounds that may rip from my throat
I think I'm supposed to say that I've always written since like... birth. It seems like most writers have a history from a very early age that had them writing short stories and scenarios for their dolls or Barbies or just for themselves. I never did. Having said that, I have no memory of learning to read. I have no memory of buying my first book. I just remember always having books, and as I grew into that awkward preteen age, I was fascinated with the Sweet Valley High series. From there, I seemingly fell accidently into Harlequin imprints. I don't remember the exact time or circumstances of it -- one just suddenly blended in with the other. I didn't "steal romance novels from my mother's room" either. She didn't read them -- she's more of the Reader's Digest type. I do remember going to yard sales with my grandmother, and that's when my "library" started growing. I specifically loved the Silhouette suspense -- you had the romance and the thrill -- best of both world. Some time in the 90s, my reading carried over to Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I loved them, and I specifically remember thinking: If only they had romance, it'd be perfect.
Little did I know at the time that such a genre existed: romantic suspense.
Then the next thing happened kind of at the same time. I'd grabbed a Harlequin book at a yard sale (no bookstores where I lived, and internet wasn't like it is now and readily available -- thus my pure and complete ignorance on the vast sub-genres of
romance out there) and I remember reading that book (don't ask the title or author, because I've since forgotten) and thinking, "I could have written that same book SO much better." THAT idea bled into my thought process around the same time of "If only King or Koontz had romance in their novels" and TADA! I thought I could write the book I wanted to read: the romance of Harlequin, the suspense of Koontz, and the gore of King.
So I wrote it.
Whatever you do, do NOT ask where that particular book is right now. If you do not heed this warning, I'm totally not responsible for any insane, maniacal banshee sounds that may rip from my throat
as I run screaming through the night.
Just sayin'.
