What makes Heather unique?

That's like asking what makes a story unique and fresh. It's a combination of things, some good, some bad. Not everyone is going to agree. It's my personality and upbringing? Nature or nurture? Ok, so that doesn't really answer the question. Did I mention I tend to wax philosophical? Maybe that's what makes me, me. Or maybe it's that I eat mayonnaise on my fries, am afraid of needles, and met my husband playing Star Wars Galaxies online. I'm a geeky Texan living in England, married to a Scotsman. Doesn't that make me unique?

My love of words started like most writers I know. It started with a story. In this case, the stories came from the imagination of my great aunt, Delia. She weaved magical tales to send me to sleep. She wasn't a writer, she never wrote any of her stories on paper, and she read to me too, but I loved her stories best. Neither of us knew she was giving me the greatest gift of all, the gift of storytelling..

I've always loved books, spending countless hours in libraries and bookstores devouring stories. When I was 5, I started writing, mixing my favorite books together. Not very original, but everyone has to start somewhere. At the age of 11 I started my first novel. (No, you can't read it. It’s buried in a deep dark hole somewhere in the Tasmanian Outback.) I then told my parents I wanted to be published by the age of sixteen. I also told them I wanted to be Wonder Woman, a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, a Broadway star, and an archeologist. Those dreams faded, I never did get that invisible jet, but the dream of being a writer stayed with me. After college I decided to stop dreaming and start doing. I joined the Society of Children's book Writers and Illustrators, joined a writer's group, read books on writing, went to conferences, workshops, and most importantly, I started writing every day. Some of it was crap. Ok, at first a lot of it was crap, but writing takes work. It's been an amazing journey and I'm still learning. I write because I have to. It's a part of what makes me, me.