Amy Herrick is amazed to think that when she was growing up there were no cell phones, computers, or video games, and TV only had seven black-and-white channels. She still remembers it as one of the best times in the world. In the summer, she and her friends biked and ran and played hide and seek, and traveled to imaginary realms all day long. When they got tired they climbed into trees and read books.
Herrick remembers being embarrassingly skinny and tall. In addition, when she was with strangers, she was burningly shy. Being at home or with friends was much easier for her. Then she was talkative and even bossy. She used her vivid imagination to frighten her pals with ghost stories and tales of the dragons who lived down in the laundry room. It was when she was around eight years old that she discovered writing. This was a magical discovery. A pen, a piece of paper, and pulling whole stories and worlds into being, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of an empty hat!
As a grown-up she does lots of different jobs, including being a teacher and mom. But she saves as many hours as she can for sneaking into her workroom with her dog and sitting down at her computer to work on a story.