Well before I learned to scrawl my name, I made up stories, and once I could form proper words and pictures to accompany them, I began putting together whole books. My father was a printer, and our home was amply supplied with paper and ink. In my teens and twenties, I began many novels, even finished a few of them, but never knew what to do with them next, nor did I know any writers beyond a few school friends who were just as clueless as I was. I knew I loved to write, and I occasionally dared to hope that someday, my writing would be more than a secret pleasure.
In my early thirties, just after my first child was born, I hit career burnout and decided to work part-time from home. A friend invited me to join a women’s writing group. Although none of us knew what we were doing, I came home from the first meeting so exhilarated that I drafted the story I’d been playing in my head for the last year. No one told me it was crazy to write a novel in 6 weeks with a new baby and a part-time career. The real break came in 1991, when I lived in Lyons, France. A couple of months after I returned to the States, I sold my first novel.
Writing under my married name, Deborah Wheeler, I sold several additional novels, as well as several dozen short stories to anthologies and magazines.
In 1999, I moved from the concrete desert of Los Angeles to the serenity of the redwood forest and returned to the name of my birth, Deborah J. Ross. Shortly thereafter, Marion Zimmer Bradley invited me to collaborate with her on her Darkover series. While we were planning The Fall of Neskaya, she died, and since then I’ve continued the series. I’ve also written original novels, including The Seven-Petaled Shield epic fantasy trilogy, with more in the works.