Louisiana native, June Shaw's debut novel, Relative Danger, received her publisher's "David Award" for Best Mystery of the Year. The novel also received glowing reviews from Publishers Weekly and Romantic Times, which described her protagonist as "a granny with attitude." Her latest novel, Killer Cousins, has been reviewed as "a bowl of spicy gumbo."Getting a Late Start
by June Shaw
A new friend recently asked the silliest question: “Why did you wait so long to get started writing novels?”
My desire to become a writer surfaced when I was in ninth grade. Before then, I thought all good writers were old dead European men. I couldn’t relate. My English I teacher told me he was sending me to a literary rally. I knew grammar well, which most of the test would include, but we’d also write a paragraph. He told me to practice. I should write about a splinter.
A splinter? I slunk back to my desk. This would be the dullest paragraph anyone ever created. I described a sliver of wood, checked for grammar and punctuation, and carried it to his desk.
He skimmed it. “June, this is boring.”
“I know, but you told me to write it.”
“Yes, but do it like this.” He wrote Ouch! He said I should write from the splinter’s point of view. Somebody just sat on it.
Wow, that was it! My education. My inspiration. I was so excited to realize an author could create people and things and make them do or say anything.
What my teacher actually did was introduce me to modern creative writing that included humor.
I’d never read things like that before. None of my teachers ever had us do creative writing. I can’t recall the topic of the paragraph we had to write about at the rally. I did place first. I never forgot that splinter.
Throughout high school I was involved in band and lots of clubs and soon after graduation, married my sweetheart, who was a little older. During the next six years, I gave birth to five children. Sex fiend or good Catholic? some people asked. Both, I answered.
Over time I’d often think of that splinter and want to write, but instead ran with the children to their activities. My husband died when they were five to eleven years old.
Once my head started to clear, I knew I had to earn money. I wanted to write. They wanted to eat and wear shoes. I became a teacher, teaching English I. Over time I sold essays and stories. My one-act plays did well. I finally read novels and learned to write them.
My sweet children gave me eight wonderful grandchildren—and all of them were thrilled once I finally sold a novel! Relative Danger features a spunky young grandma and her hunky sometimes-ex lover. Is she me? I am often asked. She’s who I want to be.
Killer Cousins, the second book in the series, recently came out. Both books are receiving great reviews and much praise. I’m thrilled. My squeeze Bob and I recently did research for my third book. It will take place on a cruise ship.
I am in my second adulthood and having great fun! Thanks for letting me share.







