Books are born many different ways. Since Thunder is my first, I was just as surprised as my family at the words that came from me. Who'd have thought? Not I, for sure. It all started with my daughter, about a million years ago-- when she was two. She was scared of thunderstorms. I began to tell her stories about a horse named Thunder. He was huge and had really loud, stompy feet. And he took her on adventures where she met and helped many magical creatures. As she grew older, the stories grew with her,eventually including her four younger brothers. When they were old enough, the kids got to request what animal or magical creature the story was about. That was their only input. The story needed to come in its own way. Like the words were there, just waiting. Shortly before a recent summer vacation my daughter ran out of reading material. "Mom?" she asked. "Could you write a Thunder story for me? Something older? I don't have any more new books to read." "Um, sure," was my response. Why not, right? It's what parents do. Write books when their children ask. So over the summer, I wrote. And "Thunder: The Shadows are stirring" was born.
How it all began ...
