Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew, tends to overshare on social media, and under share at the dinner table. She's lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don't worry, she sends postcards.
I started writing the moment I could read. My first characters were Wibbley and Squig and I used MS Word and clipart to bring them to life when I was a kid in elementary school. I started seriously thinking about being a writer in High School and I remember the day exactly,
because it was such an epiphany. Up till then I was always so uncertain. You know how everyone was always asking you what you wanted to be when you were older? Well I NEVER could decide.
I wanted to be a marine biologist.
A FIRE FIGHTER (thank you Joaquin Phoenix in Ladder 49 for that phase).
But one day it hit me—A WRITER. I could do it ALL. After that you couldn’t stop me from writing. I penned my first novel at fifteen (but don’t ask me to show it to you, because it’s like I was in competition to beat the thesaurus). When I was diagnosed with a chronic illness, writing became even more important, because it became my therapy. I could write these characters and suddenly I wasn’t so alone.
After High School I skipped college and went straight into writing, because that was all I ever wanted to do. It wasn’t so straightforward, though, there were a few bumps—a suicide attempt, a stint in college—but I always fell back into writing, because it's my one true love.
These days you can find me daydreaming about where to travel with my husband, singing in my car, or lost in the newest K drama. And planning my next novel, of course 😉