Some of my earliest childhood memories are of lugging my father’s hundred-pound word processor into our downstairs bathroom–a room which, inexplicably, also housed our family’s only desk. My first stories were blatant rip-offs of whatever Stephen King movie my parents had allowed me to watch that week. Throughout my college years at Penn State, and during my time as an officer in the U.S. Army, I never stopped writing. Today, I write my own stories (so as to avoid any legal action from Mr. King) from my little farmhouse in Pennsylvania, where I live with my husband, three sons, two cats, one dog, and a brood of chickens. My two biggest dreams are to publish a novel and own a goat.