For now, just call me LN.
Melodee asked me to write a short biography for her web site, and this is what I came up with. Don’t blame Melodee if it blows. I never claimed to have any skills at biographical writing. I have damned few at writing in general.
I met Melodee in 1991 at a conference held by a mutual publisher. She was about twenty then, a veritable publishing virgin. A couple of things impressed me about her right off the bat:
Her determination. She’s totally deaf, but that doesn’t slow her down in the least. She can read lips and facial expressions better than I can read words. She also takes no crap off anyone. She also has some skeletons in her closet that would weigh down any normal person with so much baggage that a 777 couldn’t get it off the tarmac. But none of that stops her from going after what she wants.
Her charm. That may not be the right word, but it’s all I’ve got. She can make anyone feel comfortable and at ease talking to her. Well, unless it’s a guy who has, shall we say, designs on her affections. Melodee is more than charming enough to make a man stutter and sputter when he tries to talk to her. And she has this way of making you feel about an inch tall when she slaps you down and then thanking her for doing it. Trust me, I know. Been there, done that.
I know I’ll catch hell for this one, but being attractive doesn’t hurt. Ever heard the song Long Cool Woman by The Hollies? If so, you’ve got it. Yeah, this is strictly a male thing to say. So sue me.
And Melodee is nothing if not flexible. She’s comfortable in anything from a $50,000 gown to Wal-Mart jeans. She can write in any genre from scientific papers to fantasy. And she makes it all come out good.
One thing she can’t do is cook. Oh, and she can’t take care of a house. I guess no one is perfect. I can’t do those things, either, and that’s why I have a wife.
There you have it. Melodee is a lot of fun and a bit of a paradox. But that makes for a good author.
Los Angeles, California