Diane Henders

Before I started writing fiction, I had a checkered career: technical writer, computer geek, and interior designer. I’m good at two out of three of those. Fortunately, I had the sense to quit the one I sucked at (interior design).

When my mid-life crisis hit, I took up muay thai and started writing sexy thrillers featuring a middle-aged female protagonist. (‘Walter Mitty’, you say? Nope, never heard of him.)

Writing and kicking/punching things seemed much more productive than typical mid-life-crisis activities like getting a divorce, buying a Harley Crossbones, and cruising across the country picking up men in sleazy bars; especially since it’s winter most months of the year here in Canada.

Besides, I still love my husband more than I love food and drink (which is a LOT). Plus, my computer chair is cheaper, quieter, and more comfortable than a Harley.

These days, I get all the adrenaline rush I could ever want by growing fruit trees on bear-infested Vancouver Island.

Diane Henders