Why you want to know about little ole me, Lisa Walker, is mind-shattering, but here it goes. Born in a town in the middle of the U.S., with a mom and a dad. Being the oldest, I ruled the scene... until others invaded. They say that everyone's life is a story all its own. If I ever got around to writing mine, it would be held in the fiction aisle. Drama. Comedy. Horror. Unbelievable. It's a wonder I escaped it, let alone lived through it, but enough about that! 

The writing bug attacked every organ in my body right after I turned twelve. I had a blast creating stories, characters, situations for them to work through. My mind dove into the criminally insane, the helpless victims, the abandoned brokenhearted. Quite addicting. Playing ‘what if’ turned into me writing for hours on end. Thank God for the computer! No more wasted paper. Don’t like something? Delete it. Voila. Magic. 

I have to be creating or editing something. Websites. Blogs. Stories. Characters. Worlds. It’s nice when one finally comes together enough to take shape and then need editing... and more revising... over and over 100 times or more. Ah, the life of a writer. Glamorous, eh? I love it. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I slaved... err... loved writing it! Thanks!