| Daydreaming and
reading were Victoria’s two favorite past-times growing
up in western Nebraska. Since her day-dreaming stories were more
exciting and less sibling involved, she spent as much time as
possible on her grandmother’s front porch swing, living
in the worlds in her mind. Not realizing until adulthood she was
dyslexic, she thought all her stories would remain a one-woman
show. Finding a writing partner who can see what she means instead
of what was on the paper brought her stories to life—between
the covers of books.
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