Kaye Schmitz has always been a writer. She was first published in her small town weekly newspaper at ten-years-old when her poem, “The Garden,” a flower-filled fantasy, so surprised her parents and teacher, they all insisted she send it in to the local newspaper editor.
Later on she had a number of poems and short stories published in her high school newspaper. In fact, whenever the newspaper editor needed to fill some space, he would call Kaye and she would dash off a poem or a short story.
During college and marriage, and children and careers, Kaye had very little time for writing except for occasional poems from her heart.
Along with constant fiction reading, singing with a group, Christmas baking and aerobic dancing, she also got a kick out of occasionally visiting psychics with her friends on Saturday afternoons. Every single psychic she saw looked at her palm and said, “Oh…you’re a writer.” While she had always believed it, she finally began to act on it and when, years later, she visited an ancient cemetery in the lowlands of Georgia, one of the spirits there reached out to her and presented her with a thought that blossomed into her debut novel.
Kaye now lives in St. Augustine, Florida, and insists that she is still ten-years-old inside—until she starts to write…when tales of murder and mystery take over and demand to be told.
She loves—in addition to her darling husband, her two awesome grown children and four perfect grandchildren—Christmas, cartoons, circuses, carousels, and chocolate.