About the Author Kathleen Nordstrom
It was a dark and stormy night, (I've always wanted to use that opening line in a book) in March in Minneapolis Minnesota. (I really don't know if it was dark and stormy or not since I was yelling my head off, yakking away as usual.)
I am second generation born in America, of Italian immigrant grandparents, on my mother's side, form Lipari, Sicily.
My working background at a real job has spanned from Data Processing days of keypunch machines, card sorters, paper-tape driven programs for computers, to an IT Programmer position working on a laptop that contains the same information an entire building used to house.
I tried my hand at writing greeting cards and found out I didn't have a new joke line or sincere sentiment in my head at the time. I was looking for a new adventure and reading a book that was awful. I decided if that book got published I could write a better book. I started writing a contemporary love story with a yellow pad and pen, then progressed to an IBM Selectric Typewriter with no correction tape (remember I can't type) and fourteen years later it still wasn't finished. I threw it in a drawer until I was taking my Creative Writing classes at Metropolitan University. In my class I met a gal that had just returned from the Romance Writers of America, National Conference in San Francisco (back around the mid-nineties), causing me to resurrect my ms from the depths of my desk drawer.
My working background at a real job has spanned from Data Processing days of keypunch machines, card sorters, paper-tape driven programs for computers, to an IT Programmer position working on a laptop that contains the same information an entire building used to house.
I tried my hand at writing greeting cards and found out I didn't have a new joke line or sincere sentiment in my head at the time. I was looking for a new adventure and reading a book that was awful. I decided if that book got published I could write a better book. I started writing a contemporary love story with a yellow pad and pen, then progressed to an IBM Selectric Typewriter with no correction tape (remember I can't type) and fourteen years later it still wasn't finished. I threw it in a drawer until I was taking my Creative Writing classes at Metropolitan University. In my class I met a gal that had just returned from the Romance Writers of America, National Conference in San Francisco (back around the mid-nineties), causing me to resurrect my ms from the depths of my desk drawer.
I had to find out how to really write a novel. So I joined Romance Writers of America and Midwest Fiction Writers a regional chapter of RWA, I’ve been a member since 1997. I finally finished a Mystery Suspense (with a Romantic element) ms. It’s about two detectives who were partners a few years ago and are reunited by a murder case where the victim is the girlfriend of her ex-partner. The heroin is a detective now, I tried portraying her as a no - nonsense woman who can hold her own with any police officer. This is the book I got my RWA Pro Pin for submission to Harlequin.