Kathy Swoyer

What do I want to be when I grow up?

A ballerina? (Yeah, kinda, but I always liked boys. And books. And daydreaming. Those are all mostly deal-breakers for a life of ballet).

A nurse? (Try memorizing those bony landmarks, and you tell me).

A professional softball player? (Do they exist?)

I'm kidding myself. I've never wanted to be anything but a writer. From the time I wrote my first award-winning poem at age 8 about Pudgy, my pet beagle, writing was the only activity that transported me to all the places I ever wanted to go. Winning that third-grade "Apple for the Teacher" Contest ignited my passion. You're not supposed to mention your schoolgirl accolades in these things, but I've always been a renegade. I think most people know what they really want to do by age 8. Unfortunately, it's usually not something that pays the bills.

My "paying-the-bills" job has been Paralegal. It's been fun and informative and provides lots of material. Tee hee. Names are always changed to protect the innocent.

I grew up in Maryland, Virginia and Pennsylvania and finally found my forever home in Seattle, Washington.

After many years of blood, sweat, and tears (my cuticles can attest to that), I self-published my first novel, Spirit of the Mercury Dime. I hope you like it. There will be many more to come.