About Charlotte

I suspect I was born a storyteller because I began telling stories before the third grade. A neighbor friend and I made up Bambi stories and acted them out. She was Bambi. I got to play the part of Thumper.

Within a couple of years, my friend moved away, but I kept telling myself stories. By now, of course, I’d started giving myself the starring roles.

Along about the seventh grade I realized other people didn’t have these little stories running around in their heads. That didn’t stop the stories revolving through my imagination, but I began to live in fear that I’d have to reveal my secret to a psychiatrist. (Fortunately, none have asked. So far.)

Imagine my relief when I joined Orange County Chapter of Romance Writers of America and discovered a lot of other folks made up stories in their heads too.

My engineer husband continues to be amazed that I make money by “just making it up,” although he happily deposits the checks. My grown daughters are divided on the issue of my books, and the verdict isn’t in yet from the grandchildren.

And the stories just keep coming. I’ll keep you posted on the news as I hear it.