My name is Hope Darby, and I am a wordnerd of the nth degree. Living in a small southern town provides a surprising well of inspiration; between meeting the oddest of oddities while waiting to pay for groceries, witnessing the strangest of occurrences while waiting at a stoplight, and realizing that 97.5% of the town’s population is either related, romancing, or just plain nosy, there is a never-ending supply of writing fodder.
I am 29 years old, married to a wonderful man who is patient enough to tolerate my writer’s vagaries (who knew that not everyone exists on coffee, two hours’ sleep, and a dictionary for a pillow?), generous enough to keep me supplied with pens and laptops, and loving enough to not laugh when I stare off into space, daydreaming about plot lines and character sheets. We have four children of the four-legged, fur-covered variety – three felines, one canine. All three spoiled senseless, naturally.
I have been a writer since birth. My first published work was the phenomenal story of The Magical Pancake. Granted, it was bound in pink construction paper with a spine of blue yarn, the pages handwritten and the illustrations less than Art Institute-worthy, but not too shabby for a first-grader. My adult life has brought freelance work from local and national magazines, local newspapers, Barnes & Noble, and various internet mediums. Always seeking new work, I invite any prospective employers and publishers to contact me at the first inkling of interest on your part.
Off to the grindstone I must go!
~Hope
