Dee Farrell

I taught myself to type on my mother's old typewriter while my children painted the wall above their play table with yogurt. Hey, it kept them quiet.

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And somewhere along the way, I taught myself to write. But writing is the act and storytelling the skill I think. It's a relationship with ideas pressed into words and wrestled into a pleasing order. It takes time. Getting it right more times than getting it wrong eventually. At least that is the goal. I'm still working on it, but I like the process.

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Other places on the internet you will read that I wrote for newspapers. I did. Or that I wrote for magazines. M-m hmm; yeah. But I've also taught children and adults, cut hair, farmed, backpacked, worked in a small factory, coached Tball, softball and basketball. Today you'll find me knee-deep in research over at Flying Eagle Publications.

 

That is flyingeaglepublications.com, and I hope you will check it out. I can't wait to meet you there, and I am so grateful that you are interested in my books. I pray they are a blessing to you.

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Oh, and I'm mostly French; my favorite color is white (?); I will never live anywhere else other than Michigan because I like it here, and I am devoted to Jesus.

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