I guess I should say what most writers say, that I've been writing since I was like five, or that I found my mother's novels as a teenager or something else equally neat. But neither of those is true. I have always loved to read and I've always planned little scenarios in my head of "what ifs". Then awhile back, on an odd little "Brenda whim," I sat down with rambling thoughts. A couple of months and 95,000 words later, I was hooked. I had found my niche in life. And dang it, I'm hanging onto it, no matter what others may say. If I had to pick two words to describe myself those two would be “passionate” and “tenacious.” If I love something, I love it greatly and without measure. And I’m stubborn beyond belief. But tenacious sounds so much more pleasant than stubborn, don’t you think? 

I was raised in the same house my entire life, never changing schools and for the most part had the same friends from elementary school through high school. I then went to Harding University for a semester before moving back to Texas to go to the University of Texas-Arlington . After another year I found myself married and pregnant, so I dropped out of school to raise my family. This is where all kinds of odd things happened, too long to explain here but makes for fabulous plot lines. I’m one of those people that “weirder than fiction” things happen to. Really. Okay, okay - you want an example. Here ya go: I graduated high school sitting next to the girl I was supposed to be.

And that's just one example. 

Nineteen years and four kids later, I’m still in Texas and trying to control the chaos that is my life.

Welcome to my world. Sit down and stay awhile. I promise to regale you with a story. A fictitious story. Well, probably fictitious. No, no, I won't use your real name.

Trust me.