Unofficial Bio

Okay, here is the real scoop on Julia London:  the official bio looks nothing like who I think is the real me.  The unofficial truth is that I was born and raised in rural west Texas.  I was a fat baby and typical little girl with Barbies, bikes, and an overactive imagination.  I know that I loved to make up stories from a time I can scarcely remember (because my mom has a story I wrote in the first grade, which featured me in an episode of Wagon Train), and I know that I always loved books.  
 
I remember going to the library.  It was in an old house and it was very cool inside and smelled like old books and all the children’s books were on lower shelves for easy access by little hands.  I read all the usual stuff:  Nancy Drew, Little House on the Prairie, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women…  Everything You Ever Wanted to Know about Sex but Were Afraid to Ask (by then I was fifteen or sixteen and was afraid to ask).  
 
In my early teens, I began to dream of great adventure and hunky guys and filled notebooks with stories of a girl who looked and talked like me and was constantly caught up in adventure and peril.  She always landed in the arms of hunky guys who happened to resemble a few of my favorite TV stars.  Hey, I’m not ashamed to admit it:  Starsky and Hutch, Alias Smith and Jones, and yes, even Keith Partridge. 
 
I went to college, I got a job, and when I got a little older, I began to live the real adventures of my life.  I traveled to far-flung places and tried things I never thought I’d try.  I had good jobs with the federal government and eventually ended up working in the White House, and then later, I came back to Texas and worked as a public administrator until I could take politics no more.  
 
That’s when I decided to turn my penchant for making up stories into books, and I’ll be damned if an agent and a publisher didn’t want to publish my daydreams.  I have been a lucky, lucky girl.  
 
I look back at my life and mark the passage of time by standard measures: bad hair and bad style sense.  Or, I can pinpoint where I was and what I was doing in my life by the sports I tried.  Not all of them took, but I discovered I was best at tennis (back in the day), golf (except when it’s too hot, and its always too hot in Texas) and wogging (sort of a half-walk, half-jog.  Extremely ugly in appearance, but gets the job done), which I do only moderately well.  
 
Along the way I fell in love with a few good dogs and a few good men, and found the ones I want to keep forever.  
 
Sure, there have been those few occasions I might have drank too much and did some things I wish I hadn’t, but overall, I have no regrets. I’ve never wanted for anything except the perfect purse (the search continues). I have been a lucky, lucky girl.  
 
The unofficial truth is that I’ve had two successful careers. I’ve been blessed with a wonderful family and I’ve been lucky in love and work and play. I love my life, I love what I do.  I love the people and animals that surround me and I am eager to see what the next half of my life brings.  
 
Now that is a bio that looks like me.