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Michelle Beattie I was told people would want to know more about my history and less about the journey that led me to writing. I can't imagine anything in my life has been that exciting, but thought I'd add a few details. I'm the youngest of six kids, raised on my grandpa's homestead near Beaumont, Alberta, Canada. Being French Canadian, I didn't learn English until I attended kindergarten. My childhood was normal and consisted of making snow forts in the ditches and playing on our huge tree house that my siblings built. I have a large extended family that holds a special place in my heart. I've held numerous jobs. They include bank teller, lab technician in a plant pathology department, purchasing clerk and several retail positions. I have an expensive piece of paper that tells me I have a college diploma in Conservation and Reclamation, though I've never worked in the field. No job has ever kept my interest longer than two years and I feared when I attempted to write that I would give up before ever achieving anything. I'm happy to say after twelve years, I'm still at it. Maybe I simply needed to find where I belong. |
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