If you could go back in time, and tell your child-self that you would be the writer for Batgirl in the future, do you think your child-self would believe it?

No.

Dude, seriously, when I say I lived in the boonies, I mean the BOONIES, on a farm (my first pet was a cow) away from even the tiny town where I went to school. It was remote. There was little or no television reception.

My dad was very skeptical of reading for pleasure. Imagination wasn’t exactly encouraged. I didn’t even really dream of being a writer until high school, and then it had the same plausibility as being a rock star or an astronaut.

Never for a moment believed it could happen.

Even after I started getting paid as a writer, I kept my salon. I refused to refer to myself as a pro writer. It all just seemed too impossible.

My career has been a gift to me, given for reasons I will never fully understand. But that’s why I feel so fortunate and why I never want to take it for granted.  Millions of people want to be writers and will never get the chance to earn a living at it. I can’t explain how that happens at all.