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Tracy Cooper-Posey

When I tell people I’ve been writing since I was 14 they tend to look at me a little oddly, but it’s quite true. I fell in love with Harrison Ford and Star Wars at the exact same moment, and wrote the unofficial sequel in the following year. Of course, I had Han Solo and Leia falling in love long before the sequel came along, and in much more satisfying fashion than George Lucas ever managed.

What I didn’t realize at the time, and not for another twenty years or so, was that I had been writing fanfic, possibly the first of its kind.

On a completely off-topic side-note, I used to lie awake at night, listening to the Star Wars soundtrack on my record player, and re-playing the movie in my head, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be to somehow be able to play the movie at home, whenever I wanted. Eight years later I saw my first Beta cassette player. It was the size of a small suitcase and weighed 45 pounds. A few years after that I got to buy my first VHS movie–Star Wars. That was a reflective moment in my life.

However, while things have clearly changed over the years since my first bad attempt at getting a hero and heroine together on paper, two things have not. I’m still writing romances, and I’m still throwing my hero and heroine through a fair imitation of hell while they’re sorting their feelings for each other out — the essence of romantic suspense.

But hey, here’s the boring stuff: I’m Australian, although I live in Canada. I still have the accent, although I’ve been here over a decade now. And I still have trouble remembering it’s a hood, not a bonnet, and stuff like that — you’d be amazed how hard-wired culture really is. It calcifies internally, I think. But the mountains here are stupendous, so I think I’ll stick around. Besides, my husband is kinda cute. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention? I met him on the Internet back when it was a few HTML pages and a couple of bulletin boards or two, and me and the kids (three of us) packed up and moved here.

The kids are no longer really kids any more. They’re both taller than me now, but I didn’t say that aloud, okay? I’d still like them to think I’m the boss for a while longer, at least.

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