The (Semi) Formal Stuff
Lynda Sandoval is a former police officer-turned fiction writer with twenty-two published (or soon to be published) books to her credit. She lives (and writes) in Denver with a gigantic, rollicking family of mostly beasts who regularly trash the house. Included in the brood are Lynda's partner (who is not a beast), three silly dogs—Ditto, Mojo, and Levi—and two perfectly behaved and housetrained-when-they-wanna-be bunnies, Coco and Georgie.
Lynda's books have won numerous awards, which you can read about on the FUN! page if you're so inclined. Prior to selling, she was a two time Romance Writers of America Golden Heart award finalist for best unpublished manuscripts.
In October 2000, Lynda was profiled in People en Espaņol, the Spanish language version of People Magazine (click here to read article), and in August 2002, the Sunday Denver Post Book Section ran a profile of Lynda which led directly to her first sale with HarperCollins—two days after her agent submitted the proposal. (Thanks, DP!) In 2004, Lynda was featured in both Writer's Digest magazine and Romantic Times BOOKCLUB (click here to read article). She's also been profiled in Catalina magazine, numerous local papers, and has been interviewed on nationally syndicated radio shows from Pasadena, California to New York City and beyond.
When Lynda is procrastinating (a "slacktivity" she has raised to an art form, incidentally), she loves to quilt, knit, make purses, watch reality TV and reality crime shows, bid obsessively on eBay, laugh at dumb dog videos on YouTube, nap (hey, it's an activity), and read everything she can get her hands on.
The Real Lynda
Okay, enough with the "professional" bio, even though its "professionalism" is seriously debatable. Here's the scoop directly from MOI:
I started reading at the age of two-and-a-half or so—not that anyone believed me. Then again, they also didn't believe I was choking on a chicken bone during dinner when I was seven, until I fell onto the floor and turned blue. SHEESH. Anyway, starting at age three, after I finally convinced the skeptics of my mad skills, I got to spend a quarter day with the Big Kids in kindergarten reading with a specialist. It ruled. From that day forward, I knew I would someday write books.
But first there was the whole LIFE debacle to be faced.
Here's a little inspiration for those of us who aren't naturally driven and self-motivated with school like my sister, Elena, who got her PhD (she rocks), or my sister, Loretta, who will graduate with her Master's degree this year (she rocks, too): YOU CAN STILL HAVE A SUCCESSFUL LIFE.
I was on the 11-year-plan with college, because naturally I found it necessary to change majors about seven thousand times and take a midway gap year that turned into FOUR years, in order to go live an impoverished, Bohemian life in Europe (which, unlike the high school underachiever route, I HIGHLY recommend). As a result, I graduated from college at age 29 with enough credits for about three bachelor degrees and the ability to speak a second language—German. I'd also learned that I never, ever, EVER wanted a normal job...or a normal life, for that matter.
In other words, Corporate America was not for me. I've worked so many weird jobs over the years, it almost feels like I'm making them all up. Here's a random sampling:
Fast food goddess, bouncer in a comedy club, office drone, European tour guide, encyclopedia salesperson, bookkeeper for an exotic bird and reptile company, extra in a Canadian television series being filmed in Luxembourg, petite wedding dress model, salesperson for a British imports shop, sexual assault crisis counselor, runaway crisis counselor, counselor in a battered women's shelter, 9-1-1 dispatcher, mystery shopper, police officer...nun.
But the rest of the jobs on that list are completely true—cross my heart. So, you see the inevitable directionless direction of my life, right? I mean, what else could I possibly DO with all that fodder but write fiction?
I wrote my first three manuscripts while working as a police officer. I loved being a cop because of the autonomy and the nontraditional scheduling. I also liked the adrenaline kick. What I didn't like were the internal politics. Give me a bad guy over the brass any day, thankyouverymuch. MOST of them. Lt. Hammond? Sgt. Pickett? Sgt. Santee? Nothing but love and respect for you guys, and I had a ton of great coworkers, too.
After things started to take off in the writing realm, though, I realized I needed to make a choice. My thought pattern went something like this:
Option One: Wear heinous, butt-expanding men's polyester pants to work every day and be at the beck and call of the brass, court subpoenas, etc., or,
Option Two: Wear whatever the hell I want, work at home for a super cool boss (MOI) and MAYBE have the chance to realize my dreams.
Yeah, really difficult choice. Not.
In my lifelong quest to be a good example rather than a horrible warning, I will finish with the moral of my story up until now: Life is short. Don't wait to follow your passion, whatever it may be. GO FOR IT.
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