When M.C. Elam was a little girl her family moved frequently. In each new setting, she found secret friends that lived in a closet, under a porch, in the hollow of a tree, or beneath the cut-bank of a woodland creek. Blessed with a vivid imagination and sense of wonder, she wrote stories about the pretend worlds she created. She was thirteen before her folks managed to take root in one place. By that time she had pretty much become a loner, and writing stories was a favorite recreation.
“I have notebooks alive with ideas for future stories.†She admits she may never get to all of them, but sometimes a whole story gels from something as simple as a childhood memory or newspaper article.
Never limiting her work to a single genre, M.C. Elam believes that if the idea is rich enough, it will sprout wings and grow. She maintains a web presence at www.mcelam.com