I wrote my first story, a fantasy about a talking cat named Serafina, when I was six. The school bus seat made a good desk, if I sat on the floor, and I slaved over every word in those three paragraphs. Over the years, I found better desks and my stories grew significantly longer.
While trying to figure out how to make a living as a writer, I paid for groceries and car payments with various jobs, including fast food, sewing, bookkeeping, various IT and support positions and network engineering.
I’ve spent the last 25 years writing nonfiction, from articles on insurance to ghostwritten books about ferrets and belly dancing. I eventually gave up my newspaper beats and magazine copyediting to return to my first love, fiction. Specifically romance, from contemporary to fantasy. If it is a love story, I’m so there.
I’m married to my towering Helvetican Hero, who, bless his heart, lets me wear the toolbelt in the family. Together, we’ve raised five late-stage teenagers. I’m a slightly out of control animal lover…our pet list once rose to 29 critters living in the house with the humans: cats, dogs, bunnies, guinea pigs, rats, hamsters, leopard geckos, anoles, and assorted fish. Currently, nine species of wild birds hang out in the urban forest I planted in my front yard. I’m a lifelong horse lover, a fly fisher, landscaper, voracious reader, and house painter. I love Doctor Who, all things vintage, and am a reformed World of Warcraft addict.
I read the encyclopedia for fun as a child. Now I research subjects on the internet just because I can.
And, in case you’re wondering, Lucy Francis is a pseudonym, because my real name is incredibly hard to spell and way too long to fit comfortably on a book cover.