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About Carol |
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All I could think was, “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t even go to see it!” I grew up in New Jersey, the daughter of two happily married, Volvo-driving parents. I am the youngest of four children, otherwise known as “the baby.” My parents say this affectionately; my siblings, not so much. I attended Brown University in the late (okay, mid) eighties, graduating with a degree in psychology and a lasting aversion to lab rats and pigeons. Aside from psych, my main college activities revolved around drama. After a couple of years of acting classes, the head of the drama department suggested I consider theatre management. After college, I spent a few years working for a gift company in Boston. It was during this time that I started writing steadily (okay, obsessively). However, since no one ever makes it as a novelist, I decided to get a teaching degree. Two years later, I had a master’s from Boston College, a pile of debt, and a realization that I didn’t really want to teach. But then, how can you put a price on self awareness? Okay, if this were a movie, this is the point where you’d say, “Darn! I knew we should have gone to see Mission: Impossible VII!” I left Boston, got married and, courtesy of my husband’s jobs, did a little life-tour of the American west, spending the past decade-plus in Park City, UT (where I had a daughter), Scottsdale, AZ (came out of that one with a son), and now, Fullerton, California (where I wrote two novels). Before my novels, I filled a file cabinet with short stories, one of which I managed to place in Gulf Stream Magazine. (Missed that issue, didn’t you?) From there, I moved on to nonfiction for awhile because, well, it paid. I wrote a lot about decorating, which is kind of funny if you could see my house. But then, I also wrote about ski wear, and I don’t actually ski. Then I sold a few essays about my daughter’s toddler exploits to Salon, though I stopped doing that once my daughter got old enough to read. You can see them here: http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/1998/02/10feature.html Now I write novels, though, if truth be told, I spend far more of my time grocery shopping, doing laundry, cooking, and driving to my children’s soccer practices, swim sessions, cub scout meetings and art classes. See? Now you know why I write novels instead of memoirs. |
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