R E Sheahan

I have always been a reader. I love books, all the characters you meet, grow to love or hate, and the exciting places stories take you. When I wasn’t able to read, I listened to audio books on tape or CD. Still do. So at any given time, I probably have an audio book, an e-book, and a paperback going. I wrote stories as a kid, usually about horses and dogs. Later, I wrote newspapers articles and was asked to write letters for friends and family. I started to dabble in writing while working as a Paramedic/Firefighter in Northern California. Trust me, it’s not like it appears on TV. There was plenty of time for books, mostly reading them. I didn't seriously start writing until I moved to a ranch in Oregon. While waiting for ewes to lamb in the middle of the night, I would head back to the house for an hour or two and sit down at the computer. Before I knew it, I had a book. It wasn't good, needed lots of work, but I learned a few things along the way. I got involved with critique groups and attended writer's conferences. I was on the fast track to learning. About six years ago the dabbling became more serious when worlds and characters screamed for - no - demanded attention. So I wrote my first manuscript. Then I wrote a second, a third, and a fourth. Wow! Ideas from dreams follow me into warm sunny days or the quiet of falling snow. “What ifs” feed a vivid imagination. Even mistyped phrases may lead to an "aha" moment. Brain storming sessions standing in windy, dark parking lots with fellow writers release thoughts that pry at the corners of my mind, grasping for purchase. Sometimes the ideas pursue me, with persistence. The line-up of book ideas in my computer grows. Those will get their chance when my Storm of Arranon Series is finished. Hmmm. Finished?