Who Is L.A. Sartor?

Long Ago

I started writing as a child, really. I’d dictate stories to mom, who’d write them down, and I’d illustrate them. I still have them, albeit a bit faded. Maybe I’ll post them someday.

A Little Bit Later

A teacher told me I’d never be a writer because I didn’t want to slog through grammar and all those diagrams. I just wanted tell stories. What I wrote then is now called fan fiction. My bestie at the time and I would take a couple of hunks from a TV show and write stories about them. I’m not telling you which show, it’d date me.

A Lot Later

I had no memory of that teacher meeting. I’d blocked it out completely.

Years passed. Then one day I threw a book at the wall and called Mom, ranting about how disappointing it was. “You should write your own,” she said. That’s when the story came tumbling out—the teacher, the meeting, mom’s fierce defense of me. I’d forgotten, but Mom never had. Her belief was always there, waiting for me to be ready to claim it.

Present

I write books. Bestselling books, actually. Imagine that, Ms. Teacher.

Cozy mysteries set in mountain towns. Christmas romances that readers return to every holiday season. Romantic suspense where falling in love might be the most dangerous thing you’ll ever do. Adventures in far-off places. Even screenplays and a YouTube channel for writers.

Every story has heart, some mystery or a lot:),  and a touch of sparkle—because that’s what I love, what I believe in, what the world needs more of.

Here’s what I learned: one person’s belief can change everything. Mom gave me that gift. Whatever someone told you that you couldn’t do—you can. I believe in you.

Come along for the journey—join my mailing list and let’s stay connected.

And yes, I wear nail polish, drink lots of coffee, and write wherever I am—a floor, a chair, a mountain ledge. I even dictate my stories now as I travel, which is very cool.