My first story was a carefully illustrated text fragment involving my grandfather and a dog. I was three. As I matured, I discovered a wealth of time in which to daydream stories; unfortunately, a great chunk of that time was during French class, and my teacher did notice, so I learned to commit those dreams to paper.
I graduated from Stanford University in the Stone Age (1999) with a degree in English and Creative Writing, and discovered romance novels immediately thereafter (well, after discovering babies, but immediately after that). Following the trials and tribulations of my favorite heroines gave me the confidence to start scribbling my own notes.
Occasionally I take breaks from my writing to knit, eat stinky cheese, and sing, sometimes all at once, which gets messy. I live in San Francisco with a husband, two kids, and a ridiculous amount of yarn, and occasionally it is sunny.