Catherine Cerveny

You’re supposed to avoid clichés in writing. It’s too bad I’m living one—I’ve wanted to be a writer since I first learned how to read. In fact, I have several sock drawers full of half-started novels and abandoned ideas to show for it. While no one ever really discouraged me from writing, it was strongly advised I keep my day job. So by day, I went to school (I have two university degrees that look great hanging on my walls), eventually got a job (because I have to eat), got married, and did all the other normal things people do. But by night, I was feverishly filling up my sock drawers with stories. First it was short stories, then novels because apparently I have a lot to say. And there always had to be a ghost. Or time travel. Or magic mazes. Or a telepathic dog, because who doesn’t like telepathic dogs? I was the nerd who was always drawn to the quirky and weird, and tried to figure out how to fit it into real life. Hey, I once had a letter published in a comic book and took an astronomy course in university because I thought we’d just be looking at stars (it had math in it, I almost failed).

I was born and raised in Peterborough, Ontario, Canada. Now I live in the country in Fraserville, just outside of Peterborough. Me, in the country. I didn’t see that one coming. But it must have been a good thing because I finally wrote something that made it past the sock drawer stage. After lots of querying, I found an awesome agent and she was able to sell my novel The Rule of Luck. Not only that, she turned it into a two book deal! I didn’t see that one coming either. So now I’m busily working on the sequel and hopefully my sock drawer will just be the place I keep my socks.