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Welcome to Cheryl’s place! I’m thrilled to have you here.
Thanks, Cheryl. It’s great to be here.
Please tell us a little about yourself.
Just a little?? J Okay, I’m a mom, grandmother, great-grandmother for starters. I began writing on stone tablets and have been writing ever since. My first acclaim for my writing happened in my senior year in high school when my short story was voted the favorite of all my fellow classmates’.
After/during marriage and four kids, I started writing seriously and my first short story for children was published by the now defunct, I believe, Pilgrim Publishing Company. That was generated, by the way, on my electric Olivetti typewriter. Now, after having had published several short stories for kids, essays, memoirs and two books, I’m working at selling two YA novels and will soon begin an adult novel. And of course, I’ve long since graduated to using a computer.
What is your favorite pastime, other than writing?
I guess I’d have to say dancing—as in ballroom dancing. Not the DWTS variety, but the real stuff.
When did you first get the writing bug?
As so many writers say, when I was a child, about 10 or 12. My best friend and I used to work on stories together and sometimes each worked on her own.
Any advice for new writers just starting out?
Read! Also, attend writing workshops/conferences and join active writing groups, especially those who work in your genre.
What genre or genres do you write?
I’ve always written for children or young adults, but lately I’ve ventured into adult light romance and suspense.
Tell us about your latest release(s)
Roar of Revenge, released in December 2012 is my latest. Based on events in my life and a bizarre perpetrator, this novella is a quick, can’t-put-it-down read. As one reviewer said, Don't start to read this little novella until you have the time to finish it. I was captured by the first paragraph. Good story line and well written.
Please share an excerpt of your book!
Okay, here it is:
What’s wrong with me? Why am I here? And my kids—without their mother.
She felt a tear slide down to pool in her ear and then she slipped into oblivion. She didn’t realize she had been sleeping until she heard something with wheels being pulled… or pushed into her room.
Suddenly, the sound of the wheels magnified to explosive waves of noise. Other sounds echoed and reverberated: the trumpet of an elephant, the roar of a tiger. She was in this dark nether world. She could see herself standing, her mouth open wide and distorted in a silent scream. Huge tires rolled toward her, looming larger as they closed in. Gravel crunched and spit under the spinning tires, under the car’s roaring engine. Help me! Oh, please, somebody help me!
What’s your current WIP?
Well, I’m revising my latest YA novel and thinking, thinking, thinking on my new adult romance/suspense novel.
Do you prefer your men in boxers, briefs, or commando?
Hmmmm. I only prefer one man (other than my sons)—in whatever he’s wearing at the moment.
And finally, where can we stalk you?