Stephanie Green
  About Me  
Stephanie at age 3
Stephanie, age 3
This is me, at 3, looking angelic.

While I may have been angelic in my heart, I didn’t always act that way. After all, I had curly red hair and was the middle of five children.

We lived in an old house on a river in Connecticut. (We later learned that the previous owners had seen a ghost. The poor thing didn’t dare show itself with the five of us living there.) We made rafts and swam and fished; climbed trees, rode bikes, built forts; got into trouble, put on plays … we were never still for long.

I realize now that I became a children’s book author because of my childhood. As the middle of five, I learned a lot about human relationships and motivations and emotions and conflict—the stuff of plots.

Greene kids
Me, Shep, Flip, and Matthew (he's the one in the silly cap). Lucia must have been taking a nap.
The other reason was that I grew up as a reader. We weren’t allowed to watch TV during the week and there were no computers or video games. Reading was what I did when I wasn’t outside.

Of course, now I know that the best way to become a writer is to be a reader. The more you read, the more you learn how to build sentences and create characters and what a good plot is. And because you’re having fun reading, it’s a painless kind of learning.

I love what I do. I wouldn’t want to do anything else.

Oh, and I have a lovely husband and wonderful son and zappy little dog named Zsa-Zsa. We move around a lot, but we like it that way. As a wise man once said, “I go where I have to to learn what I need to.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

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