I live in beautiful, green, western Washington (the state, not DC), USA, where I share a house on five-plus acres of land
with my brother, Richard Lewis. We're both retired. We have no animals, other than the deer and rabbits that invade our
yard to munch on plants. We have a small garden (fenced) and the beginnings of a fruit and nut orchard (also fenced). After
five days with no power to the well during the big storm of 2006, we have also acquired a propane tank and standby generator.
I was born and raised in Corona, California (former lemon capitol of the USA, now a sprawling sea of houses with little
agriculture left), but I've lived long enough in Washington to almost qualify as a native. Except for returning to California
for a couple of years to care for my mom in her final illness, I've been a Washingtonian nearly forty years.
Three of my four children live close enough to see them and the grandchildren fairly often. My daughter (and her daughter)
who were living with us for a while have recently up and moved to Alaska. The house is really quiet without the resident
four-year-old, although her two younger cousins show up often enough to keep things interesting.
In my previous existence I was a rebar detailer and estimator for close to thirty years. I also processed Navy missile
test data during the cold war, was a draftsman in an aluminum extrusion mill, processed inventory and other records for a
furniture company, was a nanny, was a keypuncher (like data entry but with punched cards) and trainee computer programmer
at a steel mill, ran a day care home, and did various other short-lived jobs including working on a packaging production line,
taking inventory in grocery stores, and CAD drafting for a civil engineer.
I'm a college dropout, although I've taken lots of courses over the years. I finally picked up an AA degree from Highline
College at the age of 60.
I've been a dreamer of dreams and a teller of tales all my life. Once my children were grown, or nearly so, I began writing
in earnest, producing a prolific profusion of poems, stories, songs, and even a few sermons. I have an unsold novel (doesn't
everyone?) that needs a rewrite and a backlog of stories I should really clean up and start submitting. My main writing
interest is fantasy stories for children and young adults although I also do a lot of religious/inspirational poems and essays.
I'm a member of Critters and the Critter-Litter online writing groups, and occasionally write reviews for Tangent.
Hobbies other than writing? I used to make a lot of quilts, dolls and stuffed animals but haven't done much in that line
in recent years. I read a lot, or as much as I can get away with. I dabbled with genealogy for a while and hope to get back
to it. Mostly I seem to pack and unpack boxes. There was the hurried move to California when my brother admitted he couldn't
take care of Mom by himself anymore; the long process of sorting and dealing with sixty plus years worth of accumulation (Mom
and Dad were both packrats, although Mom was worse, and had acquired stuff from her parents and grandparents as well) at the
family home; packing up far more than we really needed and helping my brother sell the house, where he had lived all his life;
moving to temporary quarters in Washington while we house-shopped; finally moving into this house plus moving my daughter
in and out again; and the settling-in process continues as we've been here less than a year with lots of stuff going on.
We've been installing bookshelves in our big shop building, and I'm very close to having all our books out of boxes, but sorting
and shelving in some semblance of order may take a while. I hope I never have to move again!!