About Christine
By day, I teach fifth grade and inspire young writers. By night, I write everything. Adult romance, young adult romance, science fiction, fantasy, poetry, pieces about nature, pretty much anything that pops into my head. I can't NOT write. I've tried, but The Voices won't let me. They insist I write their tales.
I first seriously considered writing as a lifestyle choice when I worked as a receptionist in a law office as a teenager. That was a lonely, quiet, boring job. Lawyers look exciting on TV, but the real world of it is about as entertaining as getting a paper cut from a file folder. The phone never rang in that office, and when it did, I had to pull myself out of the coma I'd slipped into and try to get the caller's name right when I buzzed the lawyers. To pass the time I would start a story, leave it hidden in the day secretary's desk calendar, and my friend, who worked the days I didn't, would continue the story. We would volley back and forth for pages and pages. Even then the tales were romances, mostly about a character named Anastasia who had joined a convent, but was secretly in love with the groundskeeper. A direct reflection of our pathetic, dateless weekends, you ask? But of course.
The stories helped us cope. We didn't do drugs, or drink alcohol, or go clubbing to deal with our social anonymity. No, we wrote, dammit. Today, I tell stories meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the magic of love.
~Christine
I first seriously considered writing as a lifestyle choice when I worked as a receptionist in a law office as a teenager. That was a lonely, quiet, boring job. Lawyers look exciting on TV, but the real world of it is about as entertaining as getting a paper cut from a file folder. The phone never rang in that office, and when it did, I had to pull myself out of the coma I'd slipped into and try to get the caller's name right when I buzzed the lawyers. To pass the time I would start a story, leave it hidden in the day secretary's desk calendar, and my friend, who worked the days I didn't, would continue the story. We would volley back and forth for pages and pages. Even then the tales were romances, mostly about a character named Anastasia who had joined a convent, but was secretly in love with the groundskeeper. A direct reflection of our pathetic, dateless weekends, you ask? But of course.
The stories helped us cope. We didn't do drugs, or drink alcohol, or go clubbing to deal with our social anonymity. No, we wrote, dammit. Today, I tell stories meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the magic of love.
~Christine
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