This is me sitting on my dad’s lap. It takes a magnifying glass to see it, but the book he is reading aloud to me at eighteen months of age is Birth of a Nation. I comprehended nothing, of course, but as I grew a little older, I became insatiable for stories. Whenever Dad came home, if he was sitting down, I would beg him to read to me. He usually obliged. In the meantime, Mom decided to teach me how to make my own books. She would sew some paper together, using leftover flowered wallpaper for the cover, and although I could not yet read or write, she would copy down my childish attempts to create stories and rhymes—which I would then spend hours illustrating with my crayons. Some people believe that one is either born with a writer’s brain or not. Perhaps that is true, I don’t know. But what I suspect is that having the blessing of these two patient people in my life is what gave me a voracious hunger for books—and the desire to write them.
My goal as an author is to write books that I would want to read and entertain all ages and genders. I love novels that take me on a journey to a new place. I want to read stories that engage me emotionally. If a book can make me laugh and cry, I’ll read everything that author has written. Most of all, I want books that leave me with a little more hope and courage. Writing a book like that is not easy, but it is always my goal.
I have several projects I’ve been developing that we will be bringing out over the next few months. Two will be full-length Amish novels that continue the story of Rachel and Joe from my Love’s Journey in Sugarcreek series. There will also be a four-book series of shorter novels set on a Canadian island about a multi-generational family of light keepers. Plus I’m finishing up a short story describing my experience with an Amish schoolhouse, and working on a script for the second book in the Sugarcreek Amish series. Best of all, though, will be the blessing of becoming a grandma again soon! I can hardly wait to hold that sweet grandbaby.