I believe our reality is based on the "stories" we were told about ourselves as children, and which we continued to repeat from then on with very minor adjustments.
A few years ago I decided it was time to acknowledge those stories and give them due credit while, nevertheless, waving good-bye to those I had ear-marked to be "un-learned." How else could I create a reality that included the peace and fulfillment I sought?
I finally found the story written in my heart, and now I tell it to myself over and over, every day--
Slowly but surely, and as I surrender to believing it, my long wished for reality is taking shape.
B ELIEVING IS
My parents, Luis and Blanca (both born and raised in Ecuador) met for the first time in New York in the early 1960s. They married there and had my older sister (the one NYC native). I’m told my mother was pregnant with me when they decided to drive across the country to California. They settled in Los Angeles County and I was born there on January 31, 1966. A year later, my baby sister arrived.
I had just turned three when my parents returned to Ecuador, and so it was, my two sisters and I grew up in a haunted house, halfway up a mountain, in a remote town about forty minutes outside the capital city of Quito. We attended strict, all girl, Catholic schools run by nuns and later by Opus Dei associates, whose goals were academic excellence and instilling near irreproachable morality, which resonated with my mom’s “tough love” approach to raising us.
“A little humiliation goes a long way” was surely the most vivid lesson I learned at those schools—it was a common occurrence for me to march to the front of the class, hold out my hand to the nun and get the proper punishment for whatever transgression I had committed. It didn’t stop there, I also mastered the art of deflecting bits of chalk hurled at me by teachers whose patience, I’m sorry to say, had been tested beyond their limit.
Happily, my rowdy behavior had been curved by fourth grade, at which time I discovered a deep love of language, particularly the written word. At first it was as simple as calligraphy—I loved drawing letters on lined writing paper, but soon I glimpsed the power words have to create or destroy, to communicate, to teach, and to entertain. From then on I wrote notes, journals and letters, short stories, pointless guidebooks and made up “cult” precepts to entertain my classmates.
I returned to California in the mid 1980’s, thoroughly educated and properly tough-loved. I skated over the rocky culture shift and got to work. I gravitated toward the corporate world and found I was an intuitive communicator and I was devoted to my clients in export control and sales operations environments.
I married in 1989 and my husband and I welcomed our daughter into the world in 1993. Within a few months of her birth we moved to spectacular Utah, and three years later we welcomed our son. By then, so as to properly raise my children, I had exchanged my California corporate existence for more flexible pursuits.
Falling back on my bilingual skill set, I became a member of the American Translators Association and provided translation and interpreting services, on a contractor basis. Also, unable to discount the itch to write, I began work on my first novel: Faery Sight.
As the academic years began for my babies, I developed and implemented a Spanish program, which I taught and perfected over a period of four years at the Christian/Catholic schools they attended.
With elementary school coming to a close and junior high at its beginning stages, financial demands increased and I de-prioritized my literary dream. I returned to the corporate world in 2006—a visionary choice that provided much needed security when my 23 year marriage ended in 2012.
I completed my award-winning Faery Sight and published it in 2009. I immediately began work on Cradle Gift which launched in 2013. The third installment of the series; Nahia, launched on the Summer Solstice, 2017.
Through these novels, I hope to give you a heartfelt snapshot of the life-journey of my characters. Like me, they are part of a grand matriarchal clan celebrating the magical relationships between mothers, daughters and sisters. The influence, the beauty, the experiences and personalities of the girls and women in my family inspired the magic of Faery Sight and the others—true story!
I also participated in the Tales Books project along with several local authors. Over a three year period (2012-2014) writing and promoting the acclaimed Tales from Beyond anthologies, based on local legends and ghost stories, was a fantastic experience for me. Through dramatic readings, ghost tours, festivals, and plays, we made Ogden’s colorful history come to life, and I count myself lucky to have been a part of that!
In 2018, I re-mastered the short stories I contributed to the Tales Books and included them in a new anthology: Seven Ghostly Spins: a brush with the supernatural. The award-winning collection of six short stories* and one novella, is based on true ghost legends, plus a couple of my own paranormal experiences, and was released on All Souls Day, 2018. *Featured author Kelsey E. Gerard contributed She Caught a Ride.
One last entry, to bring you up to date—early in 2016, another visionary choice presented itself and I once again exchanged my corporate existence, although this time it was for the opportunity to stop “moonlighting” as a writer and actually LIVE my literary dream. I returned to California (San Diego) and I am starry-eyed aware that things are happening!
F AERY SIGHT, CRADLE GIFT and NAHIA are a gift to the girls and women in my family who have shaped my life. Their influence, their beauty, their experiences and personalities inspired the magic of Faery Sight and the others.
My dreams of publication became a reality through their support and encouragement.