From the moment I learned to read I knew I wanted to be a writer. I wrote short stories throughout elementary school and once I reached high school, I dedicated myself to journalism. I loved writing for the paper in College but before graduating, I met my true love and swept the notion of becoming an author aside. Later… I told myself.
And for years, people asked me: “Why don’t you write a book?”
Why don’t I? Like so many aspiring writers, I began book after book and never quite finished any of them. I’d write 3 or 4 chapters and then set it aside. On one occasion I wrote over a hundred pages before stopping. Was I in a corner? I’m not sure, but something paralyzed me and eventually my computer would break down and everything I’d written would be lost forever.
So I would begin again, never finishing any of them. Sound familiar?
Meanwhile I got married, had children, bought a house, lost a business, lost a house, nearly got divorced and then somehow managed to pull my life back together again.
Oh, and my dog died.
Perhaps the earth tilted on it’s access, perhaps the moon and the stars aligned perfectly, I’m not sure how it happened. I do know that a few weeks after my dog died, it was as though a switch flipped inside of me and I realized that to be a writer, I had to write.
Every day. As though my life depended on it.
I finally wrote a book. And then another. And another and another… I’ve written six books now. But that is only the beginning. I will write and write and write… Cause I am a writer.
As writers, we dedicate ourselves to this craft with no guarantee. When we begin putting words to paper, we never know if anybody’s eyes but our own will ever read them. We must ignore the doubt and uncertainty, ignore the critics and the naysayers. We must write as though the world can’t wait to hear what we have to say.
We must jump on inspiration and then plow through the muddy parts.
A wise author friend of mine mentioned to me that we writers experience very few truly great moments. They must be savored. Number one on that list, for all of us, is the first time we type “The End.”
Naive creatures that we are, that is in truth, just the beginning.
Married to the same man for over 25 years, I am a mother to
three children and two Miniature Wiener dogs
After owning a business and experiencing considerable success, my husband and I got caught in the financial crisis and lost everything; our business, our home, even our car.
At this point, I put my B.A. in Poly Sci to use and took work as a waitress and bartender.
Unwilling to give up on a professional life, I simultaneously went back to college and obtained a degree in Energy Management.
And then the energy market dropped off.
And then my dog died.
I can only be grateful for this series of unfortunate events, for, with nothing to lose and completely demoralized, I sat down and began to write the romance novels which had until then, existed only my imagination.
I am happy to have found my place in life.