Okay, I know the title of this post is hokey but it's a quote from a bestseller so maybe it will give me some good juju. This is my journey. I have had the inklings of being a writer ever since I could write. My diary from childhood includes a page from the book that I was going to write about a girl and her horse...a book that was never written because I know nothing about horses, and because, well, how many elementary school students have actually written novels anyway?
As I grew up, poetry was my main outlet for writing. I even entered one of those poetry contests where you have to pay $40 to get a copy of the anthology with your poetry printed inside. My wonderful mother actually bought two anthologies because I didn't learn my lesson the first time. For what it's worth, I did get an honorable mention. Not sure if that's any sort of merit or not, but it made me feel good during my awkward middle school years.
In high school, my love for music overtook me and has since been my career. Writing was on the back burner, but it was still there. My poetry was resigned to assignments for English classes. About five years ago I had a spark of inspiration. I think I had a dream and I just had to write it down as a scene from a story. I decided to write a novel. I've added bits and pieces to it, but it is still unfinished. Actually, that is an understatement. I recently opened the file and realized it hadn't been edited in three years--just before the birth of my second child. Gee, I wonder why I haven't worked on it since then.
Anyhoo, the stroke of inspiration hit again last month. I had a dream and when I woke (it was 4 am) I couldn't stop thinking about it. I just had to write it down. Three weeks later I had a finished novella. I'm still a little amazed at the whirlwind this has been, but here I am, addicted to writing. Thanks for joining me on this adventure.
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