I started writing in my twenties to make my sister laugh. I'd steal yellow legal pads from work and fill them with dialogue from invented people loosely based on our wild girlfriends, the terrible men we were dating, and the lovely men we hoped to date in the future. It was so fun to write for her, and she is still my muse. If a story makes her laugh, then it has legs. Now I write from my home just north of Seattle. I've traded in black market legal pads for Scrivener (I love!) and instead of hiding from lawyers to work on my book, I'm hiding from my children. (They always seem to pop up behind me when I'm writing the heated bits!) If a character I'm writing is a wonderful man, it's based on my husband. He stays cheerful while standing in long lines, calm in the face of tantrums (children or mine) and doesn't panic on icy roads. We have two elementary aged children who are learning from home due to Covid. My daughter cares about salmon habitats and beauty influencers. My son has his father's steady nature and wants to be an FBI agent to find out what's really going on at Area 51, although we've been informed he won't tell us once he knows. We are all reluctant vegetarians but Impossible products help ease the pain. I can often be found working on yoga moves that are too advanced for me, or in the garden tending to our seven guard chickens.
I'm loving Such A Fun Age by Kiley Reid. Next up will be Grown Ups by Marian Keyes.