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Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a dream. Yes, the little girl was me. But no, the dream was not to be a writer. The unwavering dream from when I was aged about eight or nine, was to run an orphanage and have twelve kids. I can't say why it was such an unerring, unchanging thing. But it was. And in a way, my dream came true. I married, had four homemade children, adopted ten and lived (at times endured) my dream.
Our adopted children came with lots of baggage that unfortunately did not go away with love, discipline or any other tool we had at our disposal. During one of those times when the dream seemed more like a nightmare, when several of the kids were teens and acting out in weird and awful ways, I got invited to a writer's meeting where we listened to a tape telling us how to organise our thoughts into chapters and write a non-fiction book. It all sounded so... so controllable. I went home, picked an idea (I can't even tell you what the idea was. I think it was something about my early childhood) and I started to write. From the beginning I was hooked. I had found a world I could control. Although I hadn't planned to write, I had always made up stories in my head, often late at night when I couldn't sleep. I thought everyone did the same thing. To this day I can remember one rancher hero I created: tall with a rolling swagger and a smile that didn't end.
I credit my writing with keeping me relatively sane through that difficult time when my life seemed out of control. I still find my fictional worlds often make more sense than my real world. Am I the only one who feels this way? Or is this why we read and/or write? So we can find a world that makes sense where people act in ways we can understand because we are privy to their thoughts and motivations.
Besides writing, I grow an extensive vegetable garden. I love going to a nearby lake to write or play with my grandchildren. Spending time with family is an important part of my life.
I share my life with my ever-patient husband (yup, the rancher of my dreams), a paraplegic-double-amputee client for whom I provide personal care, a grown son who lives at home, and a yappy African grey parrot who knows far too many insults. I have an open door policy to my large family, which means special occasion family dinners for twenty or more, visiting grandchildren, crisis counselling (let's talk to Mom about it) and generally sharing the joys and trials of my children's lives. All of which provides me lots of research material for my historical and contemporary books, which have a recurring theme of foreverness, commitment, the power of faith and the joy of family.