Hi.

I’m Rebecca, and I am absolutely no good at writing these things.

So the short version:

I was born

I told strories

I danced

I performed

I wrote

I wrote some more

I never really grew up

 

The long version.

I was born into a performing family. Literally. I grew up backstage, in a tech booth, sleeping in theatre seats during rehearsals. Theatre was my life. But it wasn’t just the performing. It was becoming someone else, imagining worlds beyond my own, seeing things beyond what was possible. My father still talks about all the crazy stories I would tell at bedtime. I wrote my first script in fifth grade. ‘Don’t Tell Daddy the Mommy is a Mummy.’ I wrote it the same way Shakespeare wrote his first scripts, with the performer having only their lines and no others. I didn’t find that out until Jr. High School however. I recruited my friends to play the roles and forced them to practice during recess, it lasted a whole two weeks.

I moved from scripts to short stories. I would proudly give them to my grand mother; she loved to read and owned a book store, I think I hoped my book would be there some day. I wrote and wrote and told stories and my grandmother always told me to type it up and she would get it published for me through her contacts. She was so proud.

Well, I got older and performing became more important. I still wrote, but mostly scripts based on classic fairy tales. I got married I had a darling little girl, and then the unthinkable happened.

My grandmother had a stroke. The stroke accelerated her decline and she stopped talking, stopped remembering, stopped reading. She never finished the last Harry Potter book, her favorite series. I realized that I had failed her. So I sat down and started writing down a story I used to tell her all the time. It turned into a 130,000 word monstrosity that will never see the light of day. I gave up, and waited a few years. And then, when talking to my 93 year old grandfather (who still visits my grandmother in the hospital every day) A new story shot into my head. Everything was perfectly placed. And so I sat down and wrote ‘Kiss of Fire’ in 18 days. It went through 5 drafts, and one really great editor before it made it to you.

I have 5 other series stuck in my head right now, 5 more stories that I would love to share with you. I love to let my imagination out and share whats in my head. I don’t intend on stopping any time soon.