So who is Jackie French Koller
Hi! Thanks for visiting my web page. No
matter how old I get, it still amazes me that I'm
actually a published author and that people
like you care enough to stop by and visit me.
But I'm so glad you did! So what can I tell you
about myself? Well, I'm not much different
than anyone else you might pass on the
street, except that I
love to write. Unlike a lot
of writers, though, I didn't know I wanted to be
a writer when I was a child. I didn't know I
could be a writer. I thought only rich and
famous people got cool jobs like that.
In addition to loving stories, I've always loved children. I was the one grown-ups adored at family picnics - the
one with my arms full of babies, and a little trail of toddlers following after me everywhere I went. It wasn't until
after I graduated from college, though (in 1970), got married, and had my first child, that my love of children
and storytelling naturally flowed together and I began my first attempts at writing stories for her. Two sons
followed, and a lot more attempts. Then, when my third child graduated from diapers, my husband gave me a
brand new electric typewriter and I began to pursue in earnest by dream of being a children's book writer.
Three years later, in 1986, my first children's story was published in an anthology. It was a beginning, but it
would be two more long years of hard work - over ten years in total - before my first book would be accepted.
That book, IMPY FOR ALWAYS, came out in 1989. Over thirty have followed.
These days I live in quaint, historic, Harvard Massachusetts with my husband and our black Labrador
retriever, Tess. When I'm not writing, I enjoy painting, reading, hiking, making gingerbread houses, and most
of all, playing with my six adorable grandchildren!
PS: For those of you who need to know, I was born in 1948. :)
But looking back I can see that I was always a storyteller. When I was very young, I
loved dreaming up story ideas to act out with my friends. In the sixth grade I
remember spinning tales on the playground to amuse my classmates. I actually
even wrote a novel that year. Chapter by chapter I brought it in and passed it
around, and my friends devoured it like episodes of a soap opera. Sadly, I threw
that first story away when I reached my teens, thinking it childish and
embarrassing. I wish I could read it now. (Don't ever throw a story away!)  Later,
while in college at the University of Connecticut, I worked summers on a factory
assembly line. To relieve the boredom of that job, I made a game of making up
stories. One of my co-workers would give me a character or situation and I'd make
up a story on the spot and just keep going on and on to pass the time as we