Paige Singleton - Author

The Author in BluebonnetsI Am Born

I’d sound a lot more interesting if I said I’d been raised by wolves and didn’t learn to read and write until I was taken from my lupine family by a well-meaning American couple. They taught me to read and write, which would explain why I was way past my prime when I wrote my first book.

However, the truth is much less glamorous. After the death of my charming, but tragically alcoholic father, my disappointed-with-life mother moved me from Dallas to her homeland, the Texas Hill Country. My rural school didn’t promote the fine arts, but my mother was an avid reader and encouraged the same in her children.

I Am Educated

I acquired my knack for doing research papers (which probably explains my methodical outlining before attempting to write my books) at the extremely religious Abilene Christian University. I learned that sex, drugs and rock & roll were a lot more fun if the people in authority disapproved of one participating in them. I spent most of my time in Abilene trying to get past their stringent rules. A great place to be if one’s bent is naturally rebellious. I graduated with a degree in English education, like all good girls, but never managed to work myself up into teaching.

I Am Unanesthetized

After 13 years of alcoholic dissipation, I managed to sober up long enough to realize I’d wasted the last 13 years. Determined not to waste any more, I began living my life without medication, took up photography and discovered mountains. I suppose everyone on this planet and some extra-terrestrials have already discovered them. But, after 20 years on the flat plains of Texas, one of the happiest moments of my life was the day I first saw the front range of the Rockies. I was transfixed, transported. It was the closest I would ever come (or cared to come) to writing poetry.

I Am a Writer

Long before I became a writer, I was a legal secretary. The crazy goings-on at Knight & Daye, the law firm depicted in Diary of a Dieting Madhouse, are scarcely exaggerated. I have many more anecdotes, enough for at least one more novel, maybe more.

I began to call myself a writer when I won an honorable mention in a Veggie Life competition. Encouraged, I wrote my first book about diet and exercise. It was pretty much of a downer, since I made losing weight and eating right sound hopelessly impossible. I don’t really believe that, but when I wrote that book, I was in a dark place.

I emerged from darkness to write a number of short stories and three novels. One of those was Diary of a Dieting Madhouse.  My next novel will be released soon.