Kathy DiSanto is a novelist and an infrequent poet. Most days, she would rather write than eat.
Like the t-shirt says, she wasn’t born in Texas, but she got here as quickly as she could. Which wasn’t very quick at all. As a matter of fact, not counting a brief visit back in 1969, it took her decades. Hundreds, make that thousands, of turtles got to the Lone Start State before she did.
Picture a small-town California girl chomping at the bit to break out of her hometown and see the world. That was Kathy. About the time she graduated from high school, her friendly neighborhood United States Air Force recruiter offered her a ticket to ride. Sure enough, as soon as she signed on the dotted line, Uncle Sam whisked her off to exotic San Antonio for basic training; lovely Biloxi, MS, for more training (and hurricane Camille); then Washington, D.C. for the rest of her enlistment. So much for seeing the world.
Four years and one honorable discharge later, she found herself in Pennsylvania Dutch Country, using the GI Bill to earn a bachelor’s degree in German from Millersville University and a master’s in same from Villanova. While at Villanova, she collected ample evidence to suggest she would never grow up to be a college professor. Let’s face it, very few universities consider the ability to lull 20 undergrads into catatonia in less than five minutes a hiring point. Ergo, she graduated with fluency but no marketable skills, although she did leave those hallowed halls with a fascination for language and a borderline obsession for grammar that have since proved useful.
She spent the next decade or so as a stay-at-home mom to two sons (Leo and Nick), combating academic/business-speak, grammatical errors, and pesky typos as a freelance editor/proofreader for everyone from college students to professors to Armstrong World Industries. (You haven’t lived until you’ve proofread a flooring catalog.) Before she knew it, her sons were adults and insisted on being treated as such. Go figure.
Pennsylvania wasn’t the laid-back West Coast she grew up on, but it was tolerable. Until the day the weather person cheerfully informed her the high would be six degrees with a wind chill of thirty below. At that point, she started to rethink the whole living-in-the-Northeast scenario. Nose and fingers dutifully protected against frostbite, she picked myself up off the icy sidewalk (again), wondering if this might not be the perfect time to head for warmer climes.
It was, and warmer climes turned out to be Texas.
One problem. Her two incredibly talented and creative sons–musicians and artists, the both of them–flatly refuse to leave the frigid north for the sunny, drought-stricken, wide-open spaces. Adding insult to injury, her best friend recently moved up that way, too. In other words, she’ll probably be emigrating back up yonder before too long.
Meanwhile, she writes science fiction, works as a communications specialist, takes brisk walks with Molly (her dog), reads, and indulges in her latest hobby at the firing range.
CREDENTIALS Kathy got her start penning romances for Bantam Loveswept back in 1997. One of them, For Love or Money, won a 1997 Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award.
Then life got complicated (for a very long time), and things changed, including her preferred genre. Now in what seems like the blink of an eye, it’s fourteen years later, and she has published a near-future science fiction thriller with a paranormal twist, Amanda’s Eyes. (If you’re curious about the plot, think murder and mayhem and a dash of “there are more things under heaven, Horatio.”)
This December, Kathy will send in the clones with a novel called Why Live? Right after that, she’ll get to work on the sequel to Amanda’s Eyes, a tale of murder and mind control called Mind Games.
Kathy is a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, the Independent Author Network, the Independent Author Index, and the World Literary Cafe.