Biography of Connie Martin
Every story should have a great beginning, and so it was with my life.
My first steps were taken inside a yellow and brown brick house on Newton St. There I lived for the next nineteen years of my life. There I grew, and grew to love the colorful ballet of autumn leaves on the wind, trapeze squirrels racing around tree trunks, zip-biking around the neighborhood, racing sunsets to my "secret" field, stargazing on the front lawn hoping for an occasional UFO, playing on the same old upright piano that my aunts, in their childhood, learned to play on, acting in school plays (nearly being suffocated in a scene in Othello when my partner got a little too "into character") -and most exquisitely of all, creative writing (which has become nothing short of a love affair).
I can't say I learned to love writing; it was always just there, born inside me at birth. Like spreading wings, at a very young age I learned to fly--fly on the wings of my imagination into worlds unknown to anyone but me. Well, that is until now; now as I publish them so you, too, can fly into my secret, fantastic worlds, and into the minds and hearts of people that exist only in my mind.
Like spreading wings, I hope that when you open the covers of my books you will be swept up into my worlds, and that they will be just as exhilarating and riveting for you as they are for me.