Collaboratively yours,
Charlotte

At age eight, I found my calling when a teacher declared me a born writer but misplaced it during the beautiful chaos of early motherhood. Later, as a journalist, I reported facts vs. “fake news.” At thirty-eight, I made the executive decision to shred the dystopian novel I wrote as a wide-eyed young dreamer.

After transformative stints in hospital and arts marketing, financial planning, and teaching, I rediscovered my true gusto: ghostwriting for the time-deprived and collaborating with authors whose word flow had hit a logjam. My addiction to words that inspire, empower, enlighten, and entertain is eclipsed only by my passion for precipitous canyons and the quiet magic of tide pools.

Sometimes, I go by my nom de plume, Lisette Moss. The desert Southwest—especially 
during monsoon season—still blossoms in me, even as I put down new roots in Southwest Virginia alongside my longtime photographer partner, Lorran Meares, and our two agile Aussies.