Lisa’s 3rd Grade photo
Like many story spinners, I started writing at a very young age. I’ll always be grateful to my second-grade teacher, Ms. Kathy Scott, who kept a shoebox of writing ideas on a bookshelf in her classroom. Eventually I graduated from her idea shoebox to my own ideas, though my second-grade novella about a family of coffee cups living under the sea raises serious doubts about my plotting skills.
I still haven’t recovered from the teenage trauma of nearly tweezing off my eyebrows and having to pencil them in for an entire school year – just one of a million memories that inspires me to write and read YA books.
The wacky and wonderful Wild Writers critique group patiently tolerates my suggestions to add kissing and romantic angst to all their manuscripts (even the picture books). Their collective brilliance amazes and inspires me, and pushes me to be a better writer.
I’m a member of SCBWI, RWA, and RMFW, and highly recommend membership in writing organizations. No one gets the crazy like other writers.
My almost forever home is Colorado, though I occasionally pine for the days when I lived within walking distance of the Pacific Ocean. My house is full of books, boys and four-legged prima donnas, all of which keep me laughing.