About The Author:
Sarah-Jane Lehoux has always had a passion for storytelling. From grade school tales of cannibalistic ghosts, to teenaged conversations with God, to her rebellion against adulthood with fantasy kingdoms and fairy magic, she has attempted to share her love of the quirky and unconventional with her readers.
She currently resides in Southern Ontario with her husband and her horde of Machiavellian cats. In addition to her own writing, Sarah-Jane works as an editor and freelance cover artist.
Imagination is a gift all people are born with. As children, we use this gift to explore our world, to learn, to understand, to prepare ourselves for adulthood. Tea parties and cops&robbers are not just ways to pass the time; they are rituals, instinctual and pure, that help our minds expand to fit any number of possibilities.
So when people ask me where my inspiration comes from, I don’t really know what to say. It’s a part of who I am. As soon as I learned how to write, I was scribbling down stories, however rudimentary they were (see attached). I was an author before I knew what an author was. I was very perplexed when my friends started putting down their dolls and picking up lipstick, because I wasn’t ready to give up my world of make believe.
I learned to keep it hidden. Grudgingly, toys were packed away and my day dreams were a dirty little secret I kept to myself, lest I be laughed at (the most dreadful thing that can happen to a teenager). I read voraciously, and I took great pleasure in any creative writing assignment I happened to be assigned. I wrote a lot of angsty poetry that will never see the light of day. I even tried to write a play for my school’s drama club.
Writing was still a part of me, even as I went off to university and immersed myself in textbooks and critical thinking. And then came the real world and jobs, bills, relationships, and mindless routine. I struggled with depression and social anxiety, and once again, I turned to my imagination to relieve the pressure. In the half hour or so after I went to bed but before I fell asleep, I lived any number of different lives. I think that was my way of keeping sane.
Finally, after long years of this numbing drudgery, I once again decided to try writing out the stories that were swimming around my head. The effect was immediate and overwhelming. I felt a rush of pleasure that I hadn’t felt in years. I looked forward to the end of my work day so that I could hurry home and type out the snippets of dialogue that had been circling my mind. Reinvigorated, even my dreams became more complex and exciting. I used these dreams to further fuel my writing, and within a year, I had finished my very first novel.
I sat back, astounded with myself. I never thought I’d ever write a novel. And it wasn’t half bad. After reading it over, I realized that I had a talent that I didn’t want to keep suppressed any longer. I discovered that my general dissatisfaction with life was that I wasn’t living up to my potential, and I wasn’t doing what I loved. I decided then and there that no matter how long it took, no matter how difficult the road, I would devote my life to writing.
It’s been a few years since that epiphany. And the road has indeed been rough, rougher than I thought it would be. I still find it difficult to say, “I’m an author,” when people ask me what I do for a living, because it still seems a far off goal rather than a current reality. All I know is that I am truly myself when I am writing, so there really is no other option.
Release Date: May, 2012
Rebecca Dolores Kingsley, better known as Dot, is a precocious young girl with a lot to say. Despite the bleak Catholic orphanage where she resides, the indifference of the adults charged to care for her, and her painful past, Dot is determined to find the sense of safety and belonging that has eluded her since birth. Even if this means taking Kenny, a fellow orphan, under her wing and pretending to be a better mother than the one who abandoned her.
Together with a stained glass angel, Dot and Kenny form a make-shift family which shelters them from the cruel realities of life at the orphanage. But their bonds and Dot’s faith are tested by the world outside their sanctuary, and Dot must make a decision that no mother, real or imagined, should ever have to make.
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