My name is Ann Yost and I grew up in Ann Arbor, Michigan where I experienced my first two major disappointments when I discovered the town wasn’t named after me and that I was expected to share my idyllic four-year-old life with a pair of stupid twin brothers.

Perhaps as a result, early on I figured out I could trade my less-than-stellar life for something more adventurous, gratifying and successful in the pages of a book. (this came in especially handy during the years of trying and failing to make cheerleader.)

Sometime later I had another epiphany. Every experience can be enhanced or softened by writing about it.

The day after college my dad sent me off to work in a newsroom where I basically spent the next ten years. All three of the newspapers I worked for have disappeared or nearly so but I have fond memories of sitting through endless meetings full of drama about zoning issues, budget cuts and whether or not a school district could afford to supply kids with notebooks and crayons. My most unique news story was the tarring and feathering of the high school principal.

Ah, small towns.

Eventually I combined my two interests, writing and myself by taking a fling at participation journalism. I flew to Neverland in Peter Pan’s wire and harness, nosed a Cessna up into the air and worked as a substitute third grade teacher just for the material. My career as a Little League Umpire was cut short after only one baseball game.

Turns out I’m really bad at making quick decisions.

I married a fellow journalist who allowed our newlywed struggles to be chronicled in a column, “I Did, I Did,” and together we raised three kids who finally prevailed upon me to stop writing about them by growing up.

A desire to write mystery fiction always lurked in the wings and, ten years ago when I discovered the excitement of romantic suspense (along with the hot sex) I knew I’d found my calling. I like to set my stories in small towns because, like politics, all murder is really local.

I like the following quote from Jonathan Winters because I think it fits most of us.

“I couldn’t wait for success…so I went ahead without it.”