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I
was born in Connecticut in 1973, during a brief blip in my family's
otherwise western U.S. existence. We were settled in Phoenix by
the time I was four, and I think of myself as a native. The unusual
spelling of my name was a gift from my father, Stephen (+ ie =
me). Though I have had my name spelled wrong on pretty much everything
my entire life long, I must admit that it makes it easier to google
myself now.
I filled the "Jan Brady" spot in my
family-the second of three girls. Unlike the Brady's, none of
my three brothers are steps, and all of them are younger than
all the girls. I went to high school in Scottsdale, Arizona, the
kind of place where every fall a few girls would come back to
school with new noses and there were Porsches in the student lot
(for the record, I have my original nose, and never had a car
until after I was in my twenties). I was awarded a National Merit
Scholarship, and I used it to pay my way to Brigham Young University,
in Provo, Utah. I majored in English, but concentrated on literature
rather than creative writing, mostly because I didn't consider
reading books "work" (as long as I was going to be doing
something anyway, I might as well get course credit for it, right?).
I met my husband, Pancho (his real name is Christiaan),
when I was four, but we were never anywhere close to being childhood
sweethearts. In fact, though we saw each other at least weekly
through church activities, I can't recall a single instance when
we so much as greeted each other with a friendly wave, let alone
exchanged actual words. This may have been for the best, because
when we did eventually get around to exchanging words, sixteen
years after our first meeting, it only took nine months from the
first "hello" to the wedding. Of course, we were able
to skip over a lot of the getting to know you parts (many of our
conversations would go something like this: "This one time,
when I was ten, I broke my hand at a party when-" "Yeah,
I know what happened. I was there, remember?") We've been
married for ten and a half years now, and have three beautiful,
brilliant, wonderful boys who often remind me chimpanzees on crack.
Gabe is eight, Seth is five, and Eli is three.
My favorite authors/biggest influences are (in
no particular order) Orson Scott Card, Jane Austen, William Shakespeare,
Maeve Binchy, Charlotte Bronte, Daphne DuMaurier, L.M. Montgomery,
Louisa May Alcott, Eva Ibbotson, William Goldman, Douglas Adams,
Janet Evanovich
the list goes on, but I think I hit the
highlights.
I can't write without music, and my biggest muse
is, ironically enough, the band Muse. My other favorite sources
of inspiration are Linkin Park, My Romance, Coldplay, The All
American Rejects, Travis, The Strokes, Brand New, U2, Kasabian,
Jimmy Eat World, and Weezer, to mention a few.
My favorite places to hang out on line are:
www.fansofrealitytv.com
(friendliest people on the internet, and also the best place for
The Amazing Race, Survivor, and America's Next Top Model recaps.
Not that I watch those shows
)
www.ericdsnider.com
(my favorite movie reviews) www.muse.mu (home of the incredible
band, Muse. Absolution was easily the best alternative album of
the year, and possibly the decade. Opinionated? Who, me?)
www.ebay.com (no explanation needed, right?)
www.imdb.com
(where I search for actors to star in Twilight, not than anyone
cares what I think.)
www.twilightnovel.com
(Little, Brown and Co.'s website for the novel) and www.evanovich.com
(Janet Evanovich's website (Janet Evanovich writes the bestselling
Stephanie Plum series). This website has a great question and
answer section for writers, which is where I got the information
that led me to my fantabulous agent, Jodi Reamer.)
I am also a member of the Church of Jesus Christ
of Latter-day Saints (or Mormon, as we are commonly called-for
more info on what that means see www.mormon.org
) and that has a huge influence on who I am and my perspective
on the world, and therefore what I write (though I have been asked
more than once, "What's a nice Mormon girl like you doing
writing about vampires?").
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