I was raised by wolves. Okay, not really. But I was raised in the back woods of New Hampshire by hippies who built a log cabin themselves (including cutting the trees) and made their own baby food. Seriously. They're my parents and I love them dearly, but it's okay if you think they're nuts. Everyone else did at the time. I have an older brother, whom I also love dearly, and we had very unique childhoods. It was fun, if isolated and I have no complaints. We moved into the relative civilization of central New Hampshire when I was eight and I lived there until I was eighteen.
I went to college in Pennsylvannia, where I met my husband, and then transferred to a school in NH, then went back to a different school in PA. It's a long, boring story. In 2001, Keath and I got married, bought a house in Concord, NH and settled in. I worked in PR and communications at the Brain Injury Association of NH and wrote on the side. I started writing seriously in 2001, though, like most writers, had been making up stories most of my life and occasionally getting them down on paper.
In 2005, a few events coincided and Keath and I headed out on the road in a Dodge Ram Van. This is well documented on our travelogue, whereare.keathandceridwen.com, if you're interested.
Recently, we purchased a new home in the form of a travel trailer, and we're still traveling the country, and occasionally the world, checking out different places and things. Keath works, I write, and we generally have a good time.