I was five years old sitting in the back seat of my mother’s red Pontiac, when I wrote my first story.I don’t remember what I wrote, but I remember I liked writing. In elementary school, I wrote stories and plays in essay notebooks. When I was ten, I wrote a play for a school project. I thought I’d be a playwright.

In college, I wrote horror movie reviews and news stories for one of the school’s newspapers. I thought I’d be a movie critic. My first ‘real job’ was as a corporate newsletter writer. I thought I be a corporate writer. Then, I worked for an ad agency, and I thought I’d be a copywriter.

After college I got married, had two children, two dogs, one cat, five snakes, two geckos, one painted turtle, and one duckling named Little Shit who would poop in our pool which turned the water a lovely shade of green. Every week something happened that would’ve made a great story, but I was too busy to write. I thought I’d never write again.

When my children started school, I started writing fiction. I never thought I’d be a published author of horror, fantasy, inspirational and literary fiction. or a flash fiction editor. I never dreamed I’d be a Pushcart Prize nominee, which was a big deal to me.  

I wrote my first children’s book, “Emmett and Annie Make Bready Teddies” for my grandchildren, hoping other children and their parents and grandparents are inspired to spend a fun, family day in the kitchen.

I love to hear from readers and writers alike so please contact me through my contact page. I am also the VP of a auto collision shop in Fairfield, CT. 

Sue