About Me
Hi! I’m Lyn
Ready for Your Next Reading Adventure?
About Me
Hi! I’m Lyn
Ready for Your Next Reading Adventure?
I wish I could say, “I began reading at age four and by the time I was six, I was writing short stories.”
But…I wasn’t always a writer, not even close.
I don’t even remember writing an essay until college. So, when my first and only college English professor made us write a 250- word essay, my dormant writing ability was put to the test.
Despite all my squirming, fidgeting and fingernail biting, my writing hand refused to move and a blank page stared back at me. What’s more, comfort food beckoned and the dorm’s vending machine began calling my name.
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Relenting, I scarfed down the first ice-cream sandwich but ate the next two more slowly, letting the chocolate work its magic. However, serotonin can only do so much for you and inspiration remained a stranger. The blank page lingered in front of me. In a fit of desperation, I scrutinized the ice cream wrapper and found my topic. Detailing more than you’d ever want to know about ice-cream sandwiches, I started and finished the essay.
Admittedly, this was not my finest writing moment.
Even so, an enchantment with words had captured my heart, although not so much in English, and I got a degree in foreign languages, majoring in Spanish and Portuguese. Years later I looked up the definitions of little words, words like “the,” “of,” “for” and “in.” Somewhere during this word defining adventure, inspiration tapped me on the shoulder and for a brief time, poems and short stories poured out of me.
For the past 15 years, I’ve worked as a freelance copywriter and flexed my wordcrafting muscles. Also during this time, life has dealt me some tough challenges, and creative writing became cathartic. After a writer friend encouraged me, I wrote a rough draft for a novel, and deluged with ideas, I had more than would ever fit into one book, so my novel turned into a trilogy, which I’m still working on.
Genres? Speculative Fiction. I love writing in the paranormal, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, dystopian, and apocalyptic genres. I also enjoy weaving romantic subplots into my stories. Certain ideas form a driving message that pervades my writing: stories where other universes abound and where my characters rise like phoenixes from the ashes. I love stories where the “better angels of our nature” find their time of awakening.
And I enjoy sharing these ideas with readers who also like that kind of story.
(“Better angels of our nature” is a phrase that Abraham Lincoln used in his first inaugural address. The full quote is: “The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”)
I wish I could say, “I began reading at age four and by the time I was six, I was writing short stories.”
But…I wasn’t always a writer, not even close.
Schools tested with multiple-choice questions while I was growing up, and I don’t even remember writing an essay until college. So, when my first and only college English professor made us write a 250- word essay, my dormant writing ability was put to the test.
Despite all my squirming, fidgeting and fingernail biting, my writing hand refused to move and a blank page stared back at me. What’s more, comfort food beckoned and the dorm’s vending machine began calling my name.
Relenting, I scarfed down the first ice-cream sandwich but ate the next two more slowly, letting chocolate work its magic. However, serotonin can only do so much for you. Inspiration remained a stranger and the blank page lingered in front of me. In a fit of desperation, I scrutinized the ice cream wrapper and found my topic. Detailing more than you’d ever want to know about ice-cream sandwiches, I started and finished the essay.
Admittedly, this was not my finest writing moment.
Relenting, I scarfed down the first ice-cream sandwich but ate the next two more slowly, letting the the chocolate work its magic. However, serotonin can only do so much for you, and inspiration remained a stranger. The blank page lingered in front of me. In a fit of desperation, I scrutinized the ice cream wrapper and found my topic. Detailing more than you’d ever want to know about ice-cream sandwiches, I started and finished the essay.
Admittedly, this was not my finest writing moment.
Even so, an enchantment with words had captured my heart, although not so much in English, and I got a degree in foreign languages, majoring in Spanish and Portuguese. Years later I looked up the definitions of little words, words like “the,” “of,” “for” and “in.” Somewhere during this word defining adventure, inspiration tapped me on the shoulder and for a brief time, poems and short stories poured out of me.
For the past 15 years, I’ve worked as a freelance copywriter and flexed my word crafting muscles. Also during this time, life has dealt me some tough challenges, and creative writing became cathartic. After a writer friend encouraged me, I wrote a rough draft for a novel, and deluged with ideas, I had more than would ever fit into one book, so my novel turned into a trilogy, which I’m still working on.
Genres? Speculative Fiction. I love writing in the paranormal, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, dystopian, and apocalyptic genres. I also enjoy weaving romantic subplots into my stories. Certain ideas form a driving message that pervades my writing: stories where other universes abound and where my characters rise like phoenixes from the ashes. I love stories where the “better angels of our nature” find their time of awakening.
And I enjoy sharing these ideas with readers who also like that kind of story.
(“Better angels of our nature” is a phrase that Abraham Lincoln used in his first inaugural address. The full quote is: “The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”)
Nova Series
Before Nova
A bullied girl struggles to survive an apocalypse with her family and wants to escape to a better world. She inherited her grandmother’s second sight; while a latent ability that starts unraveling, it's a propensity for precognition, remote viewing and other extra sensory perceptions. Is she the link from mankind’s fallen world, the evolutionary key to a higher plane of existence?
Inside Nova
Nova is a high-tech society that is the “bastion of civilization.” At first Dawn fits right in, and her former feelings of being a misfit disappear, until the city is under threat, and nanotechnology along with oppressive control buries any hopes of a free, democratic society. Her latent psychic abilities unfold rapidly through travel to another dimension and she befriends a young man in Nova who also travels there in his dreams. Together they fight to free citizens from a horrible illness caused by nanotech surveillance.
Beyond Nova
As Nova becomes an increasingly dystopian society, Dawn and Daniel fall into its snares. Their bond is forever, and society's comforts mesmerize them as nanotech takes on a specter of mind control. Will they simply blend in? Or will they transcend and fight for a higher state of existence through the light universe?
Nova Series
Before Nova
A bullied girl strives to survive an apocalypse with her family and wants to escape to a better world. She unknowingly inherited her grandmother’s second sight; a propensity for precognition, remote viewing and other extra sensory perceptions. Is she the link from mankind’s fallen world, the evolutionary key to a higher plane of existence?
Inside Nova
Nova is a high-tech society that is the “bastion of civilization.” At first Dawn fits right in, and her former feelings of being a misfit disappear, until the city is under threat, and nanotechnology along with oppressive control buries any hopes of a free, democratic society. Her latent psychic abilities unfold rapidly through travel to another dimension and she befriends a young man in Nova who also travels there in his dreams. Together they fight to free citizens from a horrible illness caused by nanotech surveillance.
Beyond Nova
As Nova becomes an increasingly dystopian society, Dawn and Daniel fall into its snares. Their bond is forever, and yet the apparent comforts are mesmerizing. Will they simply blend in?