About Darcie

In grade six, my teacher introduced my class to our novel study for the term. The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton. Ponyboy’s story had a profound effect on me. On finishing the novel, I read it again…and again. I wanted to read more of Ms. Hinton’s stories and I knew I wanted to be a writer.

I began to write the typical angst ridden poetry of the 1980s adolescent. At this, I excelled. Short stories followed as creative writing was introduced into my education. I had found something I was really good at. I was happiest when I had my journal and pen in hand.

The novel would come much, much later.

Life intervened.

I rebelled as a teenager. By this, I mean that I made my mother’s life hell for a couple of years and I grew up. Faster than I should have. I didn’t understand the impact my behaviour had on my mother until my own daughter became a teenager.

I married young, became a young mother to three incredible human beings (I know, I’m biased). I divorced young. Another marriage and divorce would follow. I learned a lot about life and love in those years. Sorry for the cliche.

Today, I am married to the man of my dreams. Another cliche. Gross. Our love is the stuff of great romance novels. We met, but couldn’t be together because of outside influences pulling us apart. I nearly lost him, thus realizing my deep love for him. I professed that love to him. After nearly six years together, we married in August 2016 and continue to live happily ever after.

I enjoyed a wonderful career as a paralegal. I loved my job and was good at it. After 20 years, I was cooked. Done. I hated it. This literally happened overnight.

I placed my law books and reference manuals on the shelf permanently and Hubby and I decided to go on the road together. For over 20 years, he was an over the road truck driver, so it wasn’t an uninformed impulse decision. The idea of travelling Canada and the U.S. and getting paid for it was too much to handle. In May 2015, I registered for commercial driving school, became licenced to drive a semi-truck, bought a new truck, put everything we owned in storage, grabbed the dogs and hit the road!

The children had grown by this point and blessed me with three of the most beautiful little grandbabies. I know. Bias. Really, being someone’s Nana is the best thing ever. I highly recommend it.

I began to seriously write again in November 2009, when a dear friend told me about National Novel Writing Month (NaNo as we Wrimos call it). Off the Rails was written in 30 days and yes, seven years later I am still editing the story. I think it’s almost done! You can read about it here. I’ll keep you posted.

I love a good character driven story and that is what I strive for in my writing. After reading my latest draft of Off the Rails, my beta reader told me she cried. Perfect. I need my reader to feel. If I can do that, I have succeeded.

I have a few other projects swirling around my brain and buried deep in my hard drive. You’ll be the first to know when, and if, they see the light of day.

Enough about me. Thanks for listening to my rambles. I hope you enjoy my site, but don’t spend too much time here. You have other things to do, like write your own story. I’d rather you did that.