All About Me, All About You
In case you don’t know me, not that I’m insinuating hordes of people do, my name is Celia Yeary. In the south—or Texas—each person must have two names which go really well together so you will know when your mother is really angry at you. Fathers don’t need to know our middle names, because they wouldn’t call you in the same tone of voice our mother would anyway: “Celie Ann Davis, you get yourself in here right this minute, and don’t dilly-dally doing it, either!” Mother and everyone else called me Celie instead of Celia—it was the old-fashioned way to pronounce it. Even today, at my age, when I call my 88-year-old uncle, he’ll yell, “Honey, it’s Celie Ann.”
I grew up on the South Plains of Texas, near Lubbock, where the sky often looked like a big blue bowl turned upside down on a flat-as-a-pancake sea of brown, giving an unrestricted view because of the scarcity of trees. There’s actually a town named No Trees, Texas. Life was wholesome and happy for the most part on the South Plains. I learned everything I know that’s good from those years—help your neighbors, speak kindly to your elders, don’t call your sister a bad name, and whatever you do, wear clean panties every day in case you have to go to the hospital.
My life has been ordinary, mostly uneventful as far as tragedies go, but my family did follow the oil fields until I was ten years old. In all those years, we had no permanent home, but lived in rented places, usually too small for five of us, with barely adequate facilities. As an adult, I married, had two children, and then at age 27 began college. I did it my way, but…it was the hard way. I always told my children and students—“don’t follow my example.”
For some unknown reason, I began to write romance stories in 2004. The process amazed me, since I’d never written anything fictional in my life. I caught on fire with the thrill and pleasure I gained from this activity. Up until then, I did needlework, crafts, scrapbooks, and played golf. I’m glad I switched to writing. At least I do make a little money, and maybe now I won’t get skin cancer.
Now, what about you? Even if I know you somehow, where did you grow up? Did you have a career? If you’re an author, what do you write? As a reader, what is your favorite genre?
Romance…and a little bit o' Texas
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