Why, hello there.

I am currently an unpublished, unknown, and unsung author, and I'm quite aware you have no idea who I am. For that matter, how in the world did you find this page? :)

My name is Ruthanne Reid. I'm recently married (huzzah!) and also recently relocated to the beautiful state of New Hampshire. Dang, New England is purdy.

I've been writing most of my life. My first piece was actually a My Little Pony fanfic - not that I knew anything about "fanfiction" at the age of eight. I just knew that the Pony Princess was the last surviving pony after the eeevile snake kingdom came and slaughtered them all. But she was just so pretty they couldn't kill her, and so she was raised among them, with a fairly serpentine education and all sorts of adventures.

I wrote it on my mother's typewriter. I also used the red-ink ribbon because it was prettier. My parents were very, very patient people.

Since then, I've been writing and role-playing pretty much any anime/movie/book that grabbed my attention. In spite of my determination to write "in character," however, every role I played or wrote tended to head in the same direction: involvement with original plot and characters that had nothing to do with the borrowed universe I was playing in.

The really funny thing is, I know why I did this. I wanted to write my own stories - I wanted to so badly it physically hurt - but I didn't believe I could do it well.

I know others have felt this way. It's common, far more than it should be; whether it was a friend or a teacher or a parent or just low esteem that led to it, far too many of us don't feel that we CAN create the things that, at the same time, we know we're SUPPOSED to create.

Everybody has to find their own path out of that. In my case, I really owe my friends - the people to whom dedications are given in the front of my first book. Not everyone is fortunate enough to have friends like that.

You guys - I love you. You know who you are.

Anyway, the really wild thing was that once I'd actually forced myself to write book one, I realized it wasn't nearly as hard as I'd thought. Did it require effort? Yes! Was it impossible? No. Facing the next books to write isn't nearly as scary as that first one.

Well, this became something other than a bio. I believe I have preached at you. :D I'll close with this: if I can write with all the craziness that's gone on in my life, with all the conflict and stress (hello, ulcer!) and crowding, so can anyone. Feel like you ought to write a book? I hope you try.

And succeed.

-Ruthanne


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