Dorothy has known she is a writer from a young age.
She enjoyed writing stories and poetry throughout school and beyond.
Her Language Arts teacher in the fifth grade was surprised by a poem she wrote. The teacher asked Dorothy to stand and read it in front of three classes of fifth grade kids. (It was a terrible, frightening experience for a shy kid.) In the eleventh grade, her English teacher read her entire short story aloud to the class. (She hid under the desk.)
If she had a spare room, or even her own closet during her teen years, it would have been stuffed full of poetry.
She began her first novel in the eleventh grade, and submitted her first picture book to an agent a year later. Her first novel to make it past the first stage of submission was about five years later.
After spending many years focused primarily on creative (and not very creative) non-fiction as a freelance writer, she is returning to her love of fiction and poetry. (She thought she had forgotten how to be a poet, but is having great fun with it.) Her first picture book, to be illustrated by Julie Flett, is due to be published in 2017. Its twin will be published soon after.
Dorothy has been married for a quick-long time to a wonderful guy who taught her how to fish. (He even cleans them!) Together, they have three children: one girl and two boys who they homeschooled for many years in the north, reading picture books and novels aloud by their wood stove. (Unless it was summer. Or they were in a different room. Or they were camping. Or sitting by a lake somewhere. She took books everywhere, I’m afraid.) She enjoyed walking, swimming, arts & crafts, and fishing in northern Alberta with her family and friends.
Currently, Dorothy is learning to hike (she tries not to complain), and kayak (if only she could lift a kayak herself) in southern Alberta, where she also dabbles in acrylic painting when she isn’t writing. O’Malley the Sheltie (crazy gremlin dog, who likes to eat the fuzz off her slippers), Cay the Labradoodle (who sleeps 23 1/2 hours a day), Stubbs (the Bearded Dragon), and Luke (another Sheltie), keep her company while her youngest goes to high school.
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. – Aristotle