Tracey D. Hooper
I grew up on the west coast
of Canada listening to crashing waves and fierce winter storms. I blame that
pounding surf and those howling winds for my restless spirit. It is a spirit
driven by the need to explore and discover my world. My early explorations through
Europe, China, the Caribbean, and Canada were written into pint-sized novels
crammed onto postcards that were sent home to family and friends. A novice I
was, for I rarely remembered to stick the stamp before I wrote my story. How
many great climaxes, how many crucial turning points were obliterated by those
stamps, I shudder to think. My audience, however, remained true and proclaimed
with every postcard received that "that girl should be a writer."
I chose to see myself though, as more of a Renaissance woman. After studying the
arts, conquering the great outdoors, pursuing lady-like activities, and emersing
myself in myth and mysticism, I moved on to sciences. I earned myself the lofty
titles of "Bachelor and Master of Science", and worked for years as
a wildlife biologist and grassland ecologist. But all of this was not enough to
satisfy. A recent trip to Italy reawakened my restless spirit. All that history,
all that magnificent architecture, all that beautiful artwork (or was it all those
bottles of wine) have stirred me to write again. This time, Iíll take it a little
more seriously. And if it doesnít work out? -- Iíll pursue a career in alchemy.
I hear thereís a future in that sort of thing.
Appearances in Reflections on Water