I grew up on a farm near Dayton, Ohio, but I was fascinated with all things Chinese. However, after graduating with a Ph.D. in classical Chinese poetry, I discovered that jobs in my field were pretty limited. I could join the CIA or the State Department, teach, or work as a Chinese translator and tour guide. I chose the latter, but by then I was already writing. Non-fiction. There were some articles for Natural History magazine and four critically acclaimed books on Chinese culture.
Time passed and, as much as I enjoyed eating snake meat and sea slugs, all that traveling began to take its toll. I found myself drawn back to writing, only this time to fiction writing. I'd always been a reader of romance fiction - romance novels were my escape in graduate school. Who wouldn't want to bury themselves in the pages of a novel after a day spent studying classical Japanese verb forms and seven-syllable, strict short-form Chinese poetry?