K.D. McEntire

About the Author

I was born in 1980 and, when I was five days old, we moved from Florida to Missouri and from there to Texas. Personally, I blame the weather.

I'm told that I taught myself to read around age three and by five I'd decided that I was either going to be a teacher, a writer, or a nun. While I did initially go to college with the intention of becoming an English teacher I was never particularly good at getting out of bed early in the morning and changed my degree to Computer Science. Since I'm married with one and a half children (I'm due in January of 2012), I think it's safe to say that that nun thing didn't pan out either. All that was left of my childish aspirations was to try my hand at writing. I'm glad that worked out.

My first submission into the literary world was a poem about my older sister's very sweet Corgi-mix, Missy Sue, to Highlights for Children. I was seven and, if I recall, I spent several weeks sweating over that poetry, endeavoring to properly describe just how brown and doggy her eyes were. While I don't recall how long it took them to reject me, I do recall being only slightly put out. After all, I had written two more poems since then AND I'd recently discovered the absolute awesomeness that was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Thankfully I handle rejection much the same way now. Why be sad when there is pizza to eat and ninjas to play with?

All throughout my youth I continued reading and writing, as many authors generally do. I kept overwrought journals filled with the angst that is the ages 11-17, and not a holiday went by that I didn't dutifully record what I was wearing, what we were eating, and how bored I was. Why, I wondered, wouldn't they let me read at the table? Adult conversation was overrated. (Alas, to this day I tend to feel the same way. Holiday discussions are generally much too polite to be interesting.)

At some point I went through various literary phases — Ann M. Martin, Lucy Montgomery, Louisa May Alcott, Christopher Pike and R.L. Stine, VC Andrews, Piers Anthony, Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, Stephen King — so on and so forth. The way I read was entirely organic, as I was blessed with a mother who didn't care what I read so long as I wasn't bothering anyone while I was reading, and I delved deeply into everything from romance to science fiction, from satire to horror (though I don't think I understood much of the subtler points at the time).

In 1998 I graduated and moved to Missouri to attend the same college my parents and grandparents did. In 2001 I moved to Kansas City, where I got a job with Uncle Sam, switched my major to CIS, and started simultaneously working and attending school full time, while writing in what little spare time I had. I met my husband, eventually got married, and did all those adult things Norman Rockwell's work suggests that you're supposed to do. My husband got a new job in California and we spent two years there living in a 400sq foot studio apartment, the last three months of which we shared with our screaming newborn and I wrote LIGHTBRINGER, before we moved back to Kansas City and our families. Yet, through it all, I never stopped writing. Over the years I picked up new hobbies — all kinds of gaming, Sims (1-3), browsing Reddit, and several new favorite authors — but no matter what I was doing, in my down time, my mind wouldn't let me stop putting pen to paper or, at this point, fingers to keyboard, and my husband wouldn't stop poking me to submit-submit-submit.

Eventually my perseverance and his devotion to my dream paid off and agents begin looking at my stuff. My first agent eventually left the business to pursue her own projects and introduced me to Joe Monti, my current agent and an amazing friend.

Currently I am juggling four books and a toddler as well as being pregnant with my second child. It's... trippy, to say the least.