C.L. Etta

C.L. Etta, born to a bartender and his wife, became the apple of her parents’ eyes at her first ear-splitting cry. Developing a lifelong passion for reading, C.L. spent summers riding her bicycle to the library, where she filled the handlebar basket with books, before riding home. Much to her mother’s chagrin, she often found C.L under the bedcovers, with a flashlight, reading in the middle of the night.

Fast forward to college, where C.L. spent good times burning bras, working summer-stock theater, trying out potential husbands, then starting a family. Having raised three kids and a husband, and with careers as a credit union loan veep, a software support representative, a mortgage broker, and a nurse under her belt, C.L. decided it was time for a break. So, she retired.

It wasn’t until life, had slowed, that she heard voices. Alarmed, she listened, and discovered new friends, who clamored for their stories to be told. So, it was back to school, where she stood outside the classroom with students who took her silver hair meant she was the teacher. After completing the creative writing class, she sat at her computer and told her boys’ stories. Eighteen months later, C.L. has contracted with two different publishers for four books. The voices in C.L.’s head are still talking, and giving C.L the impetus to keep writing.