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    Time to share about me.

Arizona – that’s where I started, and where I intend to end this mortal walk.

I LOVE the desert. It is my home, my spiritual wellspring. I grew up on a gold mine about 50 miles outside of Phoenix. To say it was a gold mine is technically correct, but very little gold was ever mined. We sure worked hard at hauling dirt and water to the top of a rickety sluice box to spend hours looking for gold in the rough burlap, though, and I guess it kept gas in the jeep and food on the table. We lived in a threadbare cabin alongside the Aqua Fria River. There was no running water, no electricity, just wide open spaces, ocotillo and saguaro, rattlesnakes and scorpions. We had goats for milk, a well with a pump for drinkin’ water, and the Aqua Fria for bathing. The closest neighbor was 6 miles or so down the river, or another 20 miles by dirt road. My two brothers and I had the freedom that comes from living in nature—the freedom to think for ourselves, to do for ourselves, and to be the kind of people we decided to be. I am grateful for that freedom to self-discover and to possess the independence of spirit and mind that I have.

When I was 13, the adults had pretty much given up the idea of mining gold for a real 1960’s livelihood. We moved to Phoenix where I graduated from eighth grade. In The Lariat, our school yearbook, I was the only girl who wanted to be anything but a housewife, teacher, or nurse. I wanted to be a zoologist. Years later – married, then mom, then divorced, and working three jobs at once, I got a Master’s in Geography/Climatology. A major part of my work in graduate school was on Joshua tree habitat as it is defined by climate. I LOVE Joshua Trees!

I also LOVE my family: two grown children and two grandchildren, and a husband—who is a force of nature all by himself. We were married in Italy, in the town of Cortona, the famous town of the book and movie, Under the Tuscan Sun. We bought a house there and restored it. We had the most wonderful experience for five years. Sadly, the housing crunch here forced us to sell the house in Italy, but we will always keep the friends!

Now, I am fighting the bit to retire and write! I began my “I’m going to be a writer” phase about two years ago. I’ve been an avid reader since I was very young. I’ve written poetry for many years, but did not think to write a book until I discovered romance novels. I love a well-written romance and am writing a romantic suspense, the setting of which is, guess where, in the New River area!  I also have been working on a memoir. So many stories from that wellspring of mine—many characters, situations, dogs, horses, coyotes, cougars, donkeys, and one mysterious old Indian . I just need to get the skill to write it properly – to do justice to the wonderful spirit of the desert, and that of my brothers and my mother.

I know the only way to get it written is to write every chance I get! I am so happy to have found YRW and to rub elbows with real writers. Hoping some of the magic will rub off on me.

Hello everyone! Sharon Lathan here. My turn to speak up and continue the “get to know your YRW members” serial. Sheri’s idea to share a bit about ourselves is a fabulous one, although letting her go first may not have been a wise move since her blog will be a difficult act to follow!

Most already know that I am one of the published authors of YRW. I have six full-length novels and one novella as part of an anthology that have been released. My series is a sequel to Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Currently I am under contract with Sourcebooks for my seventh novel, a romantic historical fiction about Dr. George Darcy, a physician in Georgian Era India, that will be released in early 2013. Since relating all the details about my writing would take up way too much space here, head over to my website where I have pages devoted to the task.

Sharon Lathan, Novelist

Sharon Lathan’s novels 

Sharon Lathan’s “About Me” biography 

That will tell you a little bit about me. At least the basic details. Here are a few random facts, in no particular order–

1. My daughter Emily was recently married and will be moving to Washington DC in a few days. *Sob! I have one other child, my son Kyle who is 19 and still at home. My husband is Steve and we have been married for 25 years now. He is my Mr. Darcy!
2. I am the co-founder of Austen Authors, a group blog that I created with fellow Jane Austen novelist Abigail Reynolds. If you are an Austen fan take note of our ongoing event called P&P200 which is a behind-the-scenes/other-POV real time story for Pride and Prejudice. Plus, in February we are celebrating Regency Romance all month with guests and special fun events.
3. I was born in Mississippi but have lived in California since I was a toddler. I did live in New Mexico for one year shortly after college, moving with my family who still live there.
4. I grew up in Frazier Park at the top of the Grapevine and in the midst of the Las Padres National Forest. Once upon a time “The Hill” was a popular place for film crews to come. Frazier Mountain was the location shoot for Daniel Boone, Bonanza, and The Waltons to name a few. In fact, Walton’s Mountain IS Frazier Mt. and Walton’s ranch was the home of the Cuddy family, who were good friends of ours! Over time I met all the actors from the above shows. Pretty cool!
5. Until a few years ago the last romance novel I read was a Danielle Steele when I was in high school. Fantasy, sci-fi, and “serious” novels were my standard fair. I was one of those people who thought romance was fluffy and/or full of smutty sex! Now I am a big fan of the genre, have a totally different attitude, and don’t mind the fluff and hot sex all that much.
6. I have a weakness for dangling earrings and scarves. Over all I am not a big jewelry person, but when it comes to earrings I can never have enough.
7. My favorite place on earth is Disneyland. Seriously! We are proud annual pass holders and went to the Magic Kingdom 5 or 6 times last year. My daughter was proposed to while at Disneyland! I am SO happy that the next RWA is in Anaheim.
8. I am a bit of a techy. I love working on computers and creating websites. This blog, the YRW website, my website, and Austen Authors were are designed by me and I manage the inner workings of all four. I am constantly learning new stuff and I love it!

Q – What was your first job?

A – As a youth it was babysitting and working in an antique store. Tax-free but quite lucrative! At least to a teenager. My first “real” job was in a grocery store as a checker. I actually loved that job. Met lots of nice people, including the really hot firemen from the station nearby.

Q – Tell us about your hobby.

A – When I have time to indulge in a hobby (and that is rare) I love to scrapbook. I have tons of supplies, both paper and digital.

Q – Who influenced your life in a positive way? What part of your character do you attribute to this person?

A – Hands down, no debate, the one person who has most influenced my life in a 100% positive way is Jesus Christ. I came to know the Lord when I was 9 so can’t say for certain what my character would be if I had never known Him. I can imagine based on my family’s choices and my own stupid decisions now and again, and I don’t think it would be pretty! I owe everything to Jesus and am very glad He is still working on me.

Q – What’s your favorite movie and why?

A – I have to say two. My all-time favorite movie is the original Star Wars series. I know that is 3 movies, but they go together so it counts as one! I was young when George Lucas released Star Wars, saw it on the big screen and was blown away by what was at that time a revolutionary cinematic creation. All these decades later, the original series holds up as a remarkable story by a true visionary.

Secondly, again lumping 3 movies as one, my favorite is The Lord of the Rings. I am a Tolkien fanatic and have been since I was 12 when my sister handed me The Hobbit. Peter Jackson and crew performed a miracle as far as I am concerned. If I had the chance to hang out with Mr. Jackson for a day I would be in heaven.

Q – If you had a time machine and could take one trip to any time in history, where would we find you?

A – I love all history so would have a hard time picking one place only, but considering what I write, the choice would have to be Regency Era England. Gotta see if we Regency romance novelists are truly getting it right! Personally I would be looking for the scandalous, just to prove people 200 years ago were just as human as we are!

So there you have it. Or at least as much as I can share in a small space. Gotta leave some mystery, right? Thanks for joining me and the gang on YRW. Feel free to ask more questions of me, and check back in a few days for another YRW member to tell her tale. Fun, Fun!

Hmmm. Relaying enough information about myself to give others a sense of the person I am is a bit intimidating and feels something like a “what I did on my summer vacation” essay. But I will do my best to give you a sense of the person I am.

Books played a major role in my life. In the small Kansas town where my dad, a Kansas state trooper, was stationed and where my mom worked as a physician’s receptionist, there was one city swimming pool, one bowling alley, one roller skating rink and one movie theatre (single movie changed weekly).

I had an elementary school teacher who read fiction to us. I still remember the essence of one of the books, read in daily installments, about the child of a migrant field worker. I suspect the magic of those books cemented the foundation of my love for reading. I’d ride my bicycle to the library and check out the maximum allowed number of books, filling the basket of my bike. Pretty amazing to think that a stack of six unread books could fill my chest with anticipation and a sense of rightness.

Within a year or so I think I’d read every YA book the library held and moved on to adult fiction. I can remember reading Gone With the Wind in the fifth grade. I think much of my integrity was shaped by the words and characters I devoured, while my incredible work ethic was instilled by the example of my parents.

When my seventh grade English teacher assigned her students to interview three people who did the type of work we wanted to do, I said I wanted to be a writer. By then we lived in Colorado. I called the Denver Post and an unknown person there helped me—he eventually gave me the names and numbers of three local novelists. I contacted them, went to their homes and interviewed them. One of them was William Barrett, author of LILIES OF THE FIELD and THE LEFT HAND OF GOD. I’d started writing fiction in the fifth grade, and by middle school and high school I was working on the school newspaper, entering a school fiction contest and writing a sci-fi novella for a special project.

Then reality loomed. In our large circle of family acquaintances there wasn’t a single writer and I don’t think I ever verbalized wanting to be one. Maybe if I had, my parents would have supported me in that quest. But being a writer—well, who did that? It just wasn’t a choice. Teacher, nurse, secretary—those were the choices.

I’d never been in a hospital, never had an interest in disease and didn’t know anyone who suffered with a major illness, but my mom thought I’d be a good nurse. After doing poorly for two semesters at a university (I had no idea how to study and was completely unmotivated) I returned home and entered a hospital sponsored Licensed Vocational Nurse training program. I still remember seeing my first hospital patient with an IV. It terrified me.

These were the days of The Beatles, The Beach Boys, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Cat Stephens, Joni Mitchell, Peter, Paul & Mary, Elton John in his original incarnation. I taught myself to play the guitar and I was a pretty good singer. I was in a small group that occasionally performed. When I auditioned for the sergeant who managed Lowry Air Force Base’s Service Club, I met my future husband.

We met on Friday. He proposed two days later, on Sunday. I thought I was crazy to say “yes,” but I wanted to, it felt right, and I did. We were married three months later. It amazes me that I did that. We didn’t know each other at all. I think today I might hire a PI and investigate anyone I was considering marrying!

During the early years of my marriage I quit writing. I didn’t read much, either. It was the decade of my twenties and I was busy working, being a wife, having fun. After about ten years I’d go back to both.

Mom had been right. I liked nursing and I was good at it. It’s funny how casual decisions can shape our lives. My husband received orders to Los Angeles Air Force Station and I sought work at the closest hospital to our residence. The only opening they had was in the Burn Intensive Care Unit. I was twenty-two. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to work in that unit. They lent me a big picture book about burns. I took it home, thought about it overnight, and decided to give it a try.

It was a special place, filled with special people—staff and patients alike. The work is so specialized that other staff can’t float in when you’re short. It was my first experience with a dedicated team—people who willingly came in when they were needed, who supported each other. And the patients … some of those patients I remember like it was yesterday.

The young, handsome telephone lineman who’d sustained an electrical shock that ignited his clothes. He fell from the top of the telephone pole and suffered third degree burns over 80% of his body. I cared for him the night before he went to surgery to have both arms amputated. He cried all night, ‘bucking’ the ventilator and making it constantly alarm. He had no way of communicating with us, but we knew he could hear us and understood everything that was going on. My heart still clenches when I think of him.

A seven-year-old Vietnamese immigrant, riding along an LA freeway in the family station wagon when someone took a shot at it. The bullet hit the gas tank and the car exploded, killing his grandmother and sibling, and inflicting third degree burns over much of his body. He survived multiple surgeries and skin grafts to his face, head, arms and torso but will always bear the scars.

Some survived the physical assault only to succumb to the psychiatric battering. One such patient became a modern-day Phantom of the Opera who only left his home at night and shopped at his neighborhood 7-11 with a knit ski mask over his head.

I could go on and on, but perhaps I shouldn’t have even told you about these three. Big burns are horrendous. They can happen because of accident, abuse, attempted murder or attempted suicide.

Resuscitated people talk about dying and “going through the tunnel.” I think burn patients live in a tunnel for months—its walls constructed of pain, fear and dread. Those who exit from the tunnel still in this world are forever changed. Working with these people, I was forever changed, too. I am a first-hand witness to the incredible strength of the human spirit.

My husband left the service and we moved to Fresno, where my parents had relocated. I went back to school and became an RN. I worked in the cardiac area for a while, then moved to ER.

Emergency medicine offered an education that continued the one I’d begun in the Torrance Memorial Burn Unit. I saw human beings at their very worst—and their very best. When faced with crisis, people either rise to meet it or are devastated by it. I feel privileged and honored to have been present at such times. It was my job to help people, so they could rise rather than be crushed. Even with life’s final crisis, I could help someone meet that moment with dignity, free of pain and fear. Working there also made me privy to the bizarre and outrageous.

I stayed in the ER for twenty-four years, and I loved it. I’ll always be an ER nurse and always have an “ER brain.” I’m expert at prioritizing, constantly evaluating and reprioritizing. I get the job done, no matter how unpleasant. My experiences instilled within me a great compassion that encompasses the ill, the destitute, the unfortunate. Some of those experiences also made me a bit cynical.

I’m the kind of person who looked through twenty-four hours worth of dirty ER laundry for a patient’s missing glasses because I couldn’t ask the transport orderly to do that alone. (ER trash and dirty laundry are not nice.) I’m the kind of person who ran all the way through the parking lot to the street, yelling and waving, chasing the car whose occupants had left their sack of medicines behind (they lived in Coarsegold). I’m also the person who felt incredible frustration and stress because I could only tend to one person at a time and I had several other patients who needed me NOW.

While working, I went back to school and obtained a Bachelor of Science in Nursing. I quit writing during that time. I became the ER Clinical Instructor, which gave me a whole new set of skills. I learned lots of new computer skills, learned to teach and got very good at organization.

What was happening in the rest of my life? My husband and I were childless, but over time I grew accustomed to and content with that state. Through default we fell into the DINK category—double-income-no-kids—which made affording life fairly easy. There was no financial strain, but that didn’t negate the personal struggles.

Seven years ago, after thirty-one years of marriage, my husband and I divorced. I’d just started really getting back into writing, and as I dealt with my unexpected single status and living alone for the first time in my life, I began to focus on that long-ago dream of being a writer. I was fortunate enough to be able to retire in 2010 to focus on writing. I’m afraid I’ve also been focusing on reading—a lot—which is great fun but not conducive to being a productive novelist. ;D I love what I’m doing now. I love the new friends I’ve made and I’m proud of the way I’ve taken ownership of my new role and this new journey.

Well. This ended up being extremely long—much longer than I intended. But hopefully I’ve been able to reveal a bit of my character and my soul. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to learn that my first book is about a nurse. I wanted people to understand how a nurse feels about her/his patient—the special bond between them, the special love a nurse has for the person in her care. In my second book, the hero is disabled. I suspect the nurse part of me will always find its way into my books, and I think that’s good.