Trish Jensen
http://www.trishjensen.com
Some people claim to be born writers. Some claim to have an
epiphany that led them to the writing life. Me, I figured it
was more fun than a desk job.
In 1990 my life was undergoing some drastic changes. First,
I realized that seven years in the corporate world was six
years and twelve months too long. So like the true brainiac
I am, I quit my job at a political consulting firm with no
clear vision of what came next. Since I had no clear vision
and no “next” on the horizon, the obvious choice
was to return to school. Why not get an MBA? Initials behind
my name would be good, right? One semester and several
BORING courses later, I came to the stunning realization
that all an MBA would get me was another desk job and some
actual income, but who wanted that?
So the next semester I went for my first love. English and
creative writing classes. Voila! A writer was born. What
could be more fun than making up stories for a living? Ever
since I began writing, I feel like I’m eight years old
again, spinning fantasies. Who knew that getting published
and paid to do it would be tougher than going for a
doctorate in quantum physics? It’s a satisfying,
terrifying, thrilling, heartbreaking life. I wouldn’t
change it for all the double fudge chocolate brownies in the
world. But as I sit here staring at my computer screen, a
horrible thought occurs to me: It’s a desk job.
Plus, I have the joy of calling it work when I
“have” to critique with the likes of published
author Sandra Hill, aspiring Regency author Eve Homan (who
also happens to be an editor and computer specialist), and
aspiring Fantasy author Karyn Sypes who also happens to be a
psychologist. Okay, you’re thinking that one could get
me in trouble, except that the psychologist also happens to
be a bellydancer....
They all keep me on my toes and give me lots of inspiration.
I live in the mountains of central PA, smack-dab in the
middle of Amish Country, with a rather large dog.
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'Twas the Night
November 1, 2010
A pilot, a P.I., and a football star.
A souped-up red bus...
Loaded with senior citizen Santas.
Three ladies, ducking mistletoe...
And the sexiest St. Nicks alive.
Talk about Christmas road trips!
Ho, ho, ho! Read more...
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Ladies Prefer Rogues
(Four Novellas of Time-Travel Passion)
February 2, 2010
Out of time, out of place, but still searching for true love. Read more...
Without A Clue
(#34)
February 1, 2005
Phi Beta Bimbo
January 1, 2005
BUSTING OUT
Who fares better in the workplace: the brassy bimbo or the
plain Jane? Do blondes really have more fun? For her
doctoral dissertation, sociologist - and lifelong nerd -
Leah Read more...
Here Comes Santa Claus
(Anthology)
October 1, 2003
The three bad-boy bachelors of Snowdon, Maine, have to make
it to the church on time, or die trying. Due at a friend's
wedding on Christmas Eve, the Fearsome Threesome Read more...
Stuck with You
September 2, 2001
Attorneys Paige Hart and Ross Bennett can't stand each
other. When a courthouse bombing exposes them to a rare
virus, the two archenemies are quarantined in the same
hospital room Read more...
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