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Victoria W. Morrow
I was raised on a small farm in Ohio. Born in 1958 and spent many days with loving parents and Grandparents. As an only child, with many imaginary Creatures: I never grew out of this imaginary worl...ver maisI was raised on a small farm in Ohio. Born in 1958 and spent many days with loving parents and Grandparents. As an only child, with many imaginary Creatures: I never grew out of this imaginary world of wonder.
I had my chores without pay and never asked—that was just the it was. Hay bailing, manure spreading, etc.
Life was simple. I did fall in love in high school and thought he was my soul mate-I was a fool; So, after all those years of searching for that perfect love and that perfect job, and even going to College for awhile at Sinclair. I still never felt like was one of the crowd, I decided to marry. I am now a widow losing him to cancer in 2000 and so I decided to close down.
It was then that I too became ill and slightly disabled, leaving me with the one thing that I knew I could do—write, with the flair of imagination. Therefore, here you have it, a “young” widow, and dreaming my big dream. I will always remember my grandparents and their teaching me of the old ways. I have met my many frogs and never found my Prince. I still dream, hope and sometimes cry at the adventurous/romance scenes. My true romance comes from writing fantasy which is my escape from my everyday life: striving on to prove that everyone can overcome their oppression and depression in their lives; as I now created the men of my dreams and the women I wished to be. I shall always be a hopeful romantic/adventuress in an overpowering world.ver menos