I’ve always had a keen appreciation for a good story. My mother’s family loved to sit around the table after a meal and exchange tales. They were adept at sifting through the events of their lives, retrieving the interesting bits and creating narratives around them. My father was more of an embellisher. He had a flare for the dramatic – a skill he’d honed through his involvement in local theatre productions. You never knew if his tales were fabrications or truth, but it didn’t matter. It was all about entertainment and entertain he did. He also had a passion for poetry and prose and this he readily shared. He’d often read to us or recite favorite passages from memory with a delivery that would have made Burns smile.
As a young adult, I went off to study Linguistics and English Literature at the University of British Columbia. As part of that degree, I took a creative writing course and studied the classics. It was during this time that my focus shifted from oral story-telling to writing. It was a private pursuit – what I wrote was for my eyes only.
I stopped writing when I returned to university to complete a master’s degree in Speech-Language Pathology. The program was a demanding one that left me with little time for anything else. After graduation, life continued to be busy. I married, began working as a speech-language pathologist and adopted two children. Writing took a back seat.
A number of years ago, I took a leave from work to accompany my husband on his sabbatical to Norway. While home-schooling our daughters, I picked up my pen again. By the time we returned home, I had managed to complete the first draft of A Gap in the Fence. A few years and many drafts later, I’ve finally sent it on its way. I hope it finds a welcome place in your hands and thoughts.
Now, it’s back to my pen . . .