We lived in Spain from the time I was thirteen until I turned eighteen and was a junior in high school. Yes, eighteen due to the date my birthday lands on, I could not start kindergarten until I was just about six years old. High school was a difficult time for me. A loner by nature—considering the number of schools I had attended as a military brat, my pool of friends was very small—I had a quirky sense of humor and wasn’t into drugs or alcohol.
Coming from a Spanish heritage and living off base, I had been exposed to wine at family dinners and as I sat in bars with my grandfather while he played dominos. As a result, the kids my age didn’t know how to classify or handle me. Reading continued to be my constant companion and sports became my escape and a way to survive high school.
I was a talented athlete which in a way sort of made sense. My father was an all-American player in high school, held several track records for many years, and, as an adult, continued to play men’s baseball for his squadron. My mother in a past life had been a ballerina.
Volleyball, Basketball, Track and Field, and Softball were my poison. I enjoyed the seasons because this was the one time I had something in common with the other kids. We bonded over the given sport and would hang out. However, it was short lived. Once those seasons ended, in the off time, those friends disappeared. I learned to handle that and lead a fairly uneventful life as a teenager.
An honor student, active in student body, and an athlete, I was on my way to being a senior in a graduating class of approximately thirty students. Life was not so bad. Then disaster hit. My father received orders to return to the States. The day after New Year’s and shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I found myself in a new high school in Northern California.
During this transition, reading was still my escape. I devoured books. My mother would read up to five a week and then toss them my way. They ranged from contemporary to regency romances. I also held true to my beloved science fiction/fantasy, which eventually led to paranormal.
It was also during this time that I started writing little vignettes in notebooks for my eyes only—carrying on a story line, which today would be classified as “fan fiction”. There were times I thought I was weird because I felt I was putting on the skins of the characters while I read and actually lived their experiences. Today, this is referred to as “role playing” and would influence the direction my life would take at a later age.
Tomorrow Cecilia Aubrey Day 5: Hot Damn! I’m finally out in the world
Cecilia Aubrey (also known as C. Aubrey) has dabbled in writing on and off over the years. But it was in 2010, when she was offered a life changing opportunity within a role-playing group that writing placed itself front and center. The development of story ideas, research, writing, and participation in bringing those stories to life spurred a desire to take writing to a higher level.
A few months later, Cecilia and her partner in crime, Chris Almeida, began writing suspense driven erotic romance with sexy, technologically inclined men and woman filled with intrigue and enough twists and turns that makes a rollercoaster seem tame.
They have several published short stories to their credit. Their first novel, Countermeasure, was published in January 2012, and the second novel in the series, To Russia with Love, was released in July. Currently they are hard at work on the next installment. Through all the chaos and laughter, they still hold true to their roots bringing their favorite role-play characters and stories to life.