Marty C. Lee told stories for most of her life, but never took them seriously until her daughter asked her to write a particular one. The plotted six chapters grew to an entire novel, and now a series is in progress.
Her characters take over her brain on a regular basis. If you catch her muttering to thin air, she’s probably arguing with one of her characters. She has learned to keep a notebook by her bed to jot down ideas so she can go to sleep and deal with them in the morning.
In between writing and spending time with her family, she reads, embroiders, gardens, and teaches small children at church. She prefers walking over bicycles or cars, because her feet are less scary. (If she walks, she can read at the same time, which is a nice bonus.)
She has lived in five states, seven cities, and nine houses so far. She currently lives in the West, but not in a tropical paradise. She doesn’t like flying, even in an airplane. She wishes she could produce her own fire to warm her hands. She’s glad she didn’t have to wait a year to marry her sweetheart, who also wishes she could warm her hands.