I met Karen Robards at a Romantic Times conference in 1983. We had a delightful conversation in a deserted meeting room, and I’m sure Karen has no idea who I am, but I remember her vividly. I bought her book at the conference, and I’ve been reading her wonderful stories ever since.
One of the aspects of Karen’s biography that I love is she puts her family first. She never hesitates to talk about her three boys and her love for her husband. The family lives in her hometown of Louisville, Kentucky, where Karen’s best friend is the same one she’s had since childhood. Just like your best friend next door.
She has an amusing story about her first writing effort. She was in a graduate-level creative writing class when she got an assignment to write fifty pages of something publishable. Karen went to her local bookstore and bought several popular fiction books. With that assignment, she began her first historical romance story, and it included pirates, sex, and all the other elements for a great historical novel. It was called The Pirate’s Woman, and when the assignments were done, the professor announced they would be read aloud in class. Karen was mortified.
Most of the other offerings were attempts at the great American novel that would win a Pulitzer for fiction. Embarrassed but not outdone, Karen stood and read her piece, keeping her eyes on the paper. She said the class laughed when she finished, but she took that brave beginning and turned it into her first novel, Island Flame. I wonder how many of her fellow students have seen the success as a writer that Karen has.
[Can’t argue with success!]