No matter what job I have, I will always be a teacher. It’s in my DNA. If I had lived in paleolithic times, I would have been the story teller of the clan, preserving our people’s history and tales and passing them on to the next generation.

I have been writing since I was five years old. I started writing fanfiction when I was 10 and continued for about 15 years until I began writing original book-length fantasy stories. I spent several years trying to find an agent/publisher without success. After I retired from teaching I thought I would have plenty of time to write, but sixteen years flew by and, except for writing and re-writing the first chapter of The Lukefahr Ladies, I had nothing to show for it. Oh, I wrote about 140 sermons during those years and some education articles, and I had to write my church’s monthly newsletter, but where was the impetus that would propel me to get past the first chapter of my novel?

That inspiration came in January 2015, when I discovered Sherlock (BBC/PBS) and I wrote my first fanfiction story in over forty years. That got me back into the habit of writing and so I wrote another Sherlock story. And that’s what did it! The original character I had created for the second Sherlock fanfiction intrigued me and I wanted to find out more about her. So I chose bits of her to make a new character for my novel (which has nothing to do with Sherlock) and I have finally finished it. It is currently in the hands (or on the screens) of several pre-readers who are catching the typos and other mistakes for me. Then I will publish it as a trade paperback and also in a digital version. I am so glad that I finally dragged that story out of my head where it had been languishing all those years. (If you want to read my Sherlock fanfiction stories, you can find them at fanfiction.net under the author name of Huntermoon52.)

I currently live in the woods at a mystical place I call Glendragon. I built my cottage there on the spot where I had been inexplicably drawn for many years. Whatever force resides here not only continues to attract me, but it also messes with a compass.


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