Hello Everyone, from Lori Waters

When I was told I needed to write a short bio about myself, I felt panic rush from my eyebrows to my toes. I’m a writer, for heaven’s sake! It’s got to be good! It must be poetic and graceful, I said. It must be cute and funny, yet factual. And it should probably have a few metaphors along the way. So here it goes.

My name is Lori Ann Waters. I was born and raised in Virginia Beach, Virginia, but now reside in a small town outside of Charlotte, North Carolina. (Factual) I am married to my real-life hero and have two children that I love to the moon and back, but they both swear I love the dog more. (Funny)

I wrote my first romance when I was twenty-two in a five subject notebook with a number two pencil, but have only been seeking publication for the past three years. You could say I genre hop like a frog looking for just the right lily pad. (Metaphor)

The best thing I’ve done for my writing career thus far was to join my local RWA chapter, Carolina Romance Writers. By the grace of God, I found myself in a circle of wonderful ladies that we now refer to as the Badgirlz.

We are so much more than friends and critique partners for one another. We are supporters, shoulders, edifiers, teachers, dreamers, counselors, coaches, editors, cheerleaders and the list goes on and on. We believe in each other and our individual talents with all of our hearts. (Graceful)

I thank God daily for my Badgirlz. My number one advice to a new writer would be to go out and find some of your own. You need friends in this business. Without them, it would be too easy to give up. Besides, if you didn’t have them, who would you drink delicious mimosas with at conferences? (Cute)

I’m not sure if I covered all the things that I told myself should be in a writer’s bio, but hopefully you now know a little bit about me. I look forward to future blogs, giving a little advice for new writers, and hopefully learning some things along the way myself.

Cheers future New York Times Best Selling Authors! (Clinking of the glasses) There’s a mimosa calling my name.

 

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