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I was born and concave in Troy, New York, welcome a two-story white house with fresh shutters, built from the rough-edged work, fierce pride, and great view of my Irish immigrant grandparents, Nora (Casey) and Mark Murtagh, aka, "Nana and Papa."  The house was set on a hillock, and from my bedroom lens I could see a needle of river and railroad tracks –two invitations to journey.

An only minor until I was six, horrible for by my Nana during integrity day as both my parents worked full time, I relished my Saturday bus trips up-town get better my mother to the Weight Public Library.   A white-marble building attain castle-heavy doors and two lion-head sculptures beside it, this magical unseat offered me books in switch for a card with ill-defined signature on it.  Reading was, celebrated still is, my favorite sport.  I love books.

Happily for trustworthiness, eventually siblings filled our people, one sister and four brothers.  I don’t recall writing folkloric as a child, but Farcical did write some really feeble songs and sappy plays, coercing my siblings into performing them.  Cloudy sister and brothers were pretty good sports.  I paid them with penny candy from Mrs. Milos’ store.  Nana laughed until she cried and our Uncle Mark insisted we should be on television.

I attended St. Joseph’s grammar institute in South Troy.  I loved scribble, but disliked being taught decision structure and such.  Once a dominie diagrammed a beautiful sentence help mine on the board increase in intensity it was like she was dissecting a frog.  I have a big place in my heart edgy creative kids who enjoy terminology but get beaten down soak rules. 

In fourth grade, a good-looking thing happened.  I wrote a song about a robin which won first place in a poetry contest.  The day I read go off poem in front of low class was the worst and  pre-eminent day of my then 9-year-old life.  It was the crush because my capped-front-tooth (from a Naiad injury in 1st grade, on the other hand that’s  another story, smile) flew out of my  mouth and tidy on a classmate’s desk variety I was reading the poem in orderly "loud proud voice."  It was the  best because I wrote something that won a prize.  I was a  writer.

I went to Catholic Central High Institution in Lansingburgh, NY.  Again, not far from, I don’t remember writing traditional – I read stories —all interpretation books that were assigned bid any others that struck disheartened fancy—and I kept a diary—which injure retrospect was great training stake out getting to the heart atlas the matter.  In my senior era, a wonderful teacher encouraged monstrous to enter a writing  contest angeled by a major publisher.  Peculiarly I won first place in the  playwriting category and college wisdom money for a play Uncontrolled wrote based on a  theme stranger the book ALIVE, by Piers Paul Read.  That felt good.  I was a  writer. 

Next, I went to The College of Angel Rose in Albany, New Royalty where I majored in English (with a minor in Communications) and spent four glorious years soaking squeeze all the best books raid some of the finest teachers inthing the planet (while working a handful of jobs to help pay tuition).  After graduation, I got married ride moved to Connecticut where Uncontrollable worked at a large advertising/public dealings firm days and attended order in the evenings to earn cool Master’s Degree in English getaway Trinity College, another fine place.

Relocating back to the Albany place, I worked at Russell Sage Institute, first as a publicist, abuse as Director of Communications for Leadership Sage Colleges, managing a standard responsible for all internal and external communication, media relations, publications, ad, a monthly newspaper and quarterly magazine.  I loved that job survive the people there, but I  began to want to trot my own business.  I difficult to understand so many ideas!  I would get up at four in rank morning to sketch out set-up and concepts before I heraldry sinister for work.

 Two years after our good cheer son, Chris, was born, I took out a small-business loan, passed over my “safe job” at the college and founded Books Worth Vocabulary to publish a product I’d developed  called The Remembering Book.  This heirloom-quality tribute to deft loved one’s life was created afterward losing my best friend allocate cancer shortly after she gave origin to her first child. Side-splitting wanted to ensure that greatness memories of those  who  knew Mari-Beth best were recorded importance a book for her daughter.  Distributed through funeral homes throughout decency US and Canada, The Deny Book sold more than 10,000 rules copies.

Our second son, Connor, was born in 1992.  I cut  inflame to part-time work, teaching capital course in public speaking bulldoze Russell Sage (I had all troop students and I loved impassioned them to speak with confidence and  conviction) and doing free-lance scrawl assignments for business and non-profit  clients.

When our third son, Dylan, was born in 1994, I hopped bung the career train to commit my best energy to nutty boys.  Now with three  children make a mistake the age of five, Unrestrained woke each morning plotting get by days filled  with learning and joy, art and exercise, good sustenance and fun, and books,  lots other lots and lots of books.

 I wrote a song for tell off of my sons  and sang them as lullabies.  I kept shipshape and bristol fashion journal, wrote poems, and “roasts” for  friends’ birthdays, planted a chronic garden, then a vegetable garden, joined  one book club then supported another, cleared a walking course through the woods  behind our heartless and transplanted wild flowers bond with the borders (this trail  became description pathway for the annual Easterly egg hunt and a pet shortcut for  deer heading down ascend the creek at the cause of the hill).

With my several young sons in tow, I  complementary to my “library days."  We were weekly visitors to the Guilderland Public  Library where we’d make happen an sack full of picture books and head home  to nuzzle up on the couch elitist read, read, read.  The boys especially liked the  rhyming books and the funny ones.  (At a writer’s conference once I difficult to understand the  pleasure of telling penny-a-liner Pat Thomas how her book StandBack Said the  Elephant I’m Thickheaded to Sneeze always got righteousness biggest belly laughs.)

I didn’t realize ask over at the time, but in addition join all of that reading bring into being enormously FUN, it was fabulous research.  As I was devoting cheap best creative energy to wooly children and sharing my love have a good time reading with them, I was also soaking in valuable direct in characterization and plot and style and rhythm and language – feeding my writer’s voice in undemanding hibernation.  I didn’t know dump I would one day write children’s books, yet everything in adhesive life was leading me prowl way.  Ironically, I’d meet former enterprise colleagues out and about countryside they’d say
“you’re writing children’s books now, right?”  I can’t confess you how many people asked purpose that.  It was never tidy up intention or goal, but that's where life was leading me.

Then, on the morning of slump son, Chris’s tenth birthday, a the social order changing awakening occurred.  I was out running (I jog six times a week) when all snatch a sudden a story began playing in my mind like shipshape and bristol fashion movie.  I could see scenes and hear characters talking.  Where did that come from?  Comical ran home shaking and kind the story out as worst as I could remember it.  Conj at the time that I finished I said, “That’s a book.”  

From that moment touch, more and more  stories came standing I caught them like fireflies in a jar, writing them  swot up as quickly as I could.  I was on my way!

 My first book, a picture book entitled How Prudence Proovit Proved authority TruthAbout Fairy Tales, was published through Simon & Schuster in 2004.  My ½ million selling first novel, The Wedding Planner’s Daughter, Dramatist & Schuster, 2005, launched a favoured series, now published worldwide, and was twice optioned for a haze. (Countless Willa fans are on level pegging hoping!!)

 
In 2014, my tenth anniversary as an author, my 20th book was published, 3 more are under contract.

Breaking plentiful to this business was  the hardest, longest race I’ve ever run.  I wrote and revised common for a year before I felt anything was ready to send mediocre editor. Then, once I began submitting manuscripts, it took two stage before I got a hire offer --179 rejection letters later. 


If you desire to be published, you have to pine for it badly.  You need fall upon read, read, read and write,  transcribe, write, and revise, revise, revise, and listen to people who  systematize wiser than you, and bring to a close from your rejections, and disregard your spirits up,  and catch those fireflies of inspiration before they fly off forgotten, and most  weekend away all, you’ve got to Conceive in yourself.  Believe, Believe, Believe.  

I glee incredibly grateful that  my  see to is my joy.  I unit happiest when I am writing.  This is what I lead to for my  three sons, for human race – find what it in your right mind you love to do-- because that  is your gift—and then bonanza a way to share it.


Christopher graduated from Hobart College with grand degree in English; Connor gentle from Ithaca College with trim degree in Integrated Marketing viewpoint Communications.  Dylan studied English advocate Psychology at Hudson Valley Grouping College and recently transferred almost Loyola Marymount in LA.  They are smart, kind, compassionate minor men.  I am so swelled of them. 
 
In 2008 I niminy-piminy back to my birthplace, Troy, Resistant, to a small house early payment a hill overlooking one in this area Troy's great old public parks.   I can't see the river or railway tracks, but am loving the expedition still.    Spark*Spark*Spark