My Writing Journey

The first book I ever wrote was when I was six or seven years old, and I sold it to my mom and dad for 25 cents.  It was called the Heart People, and it featured hearts with smiley faces and stick arms and legs, and Heart Boy and Heart Girl did really awesome things like go down slides and have crushes on each other. The book was written on binder paper and bound with yarn, and it had a cover and everything. It was as terrible as you can imagine, but I got 25 cents worth of candy out of that thing.

Based on the success of my first novel, I wrote a lot more, fast, and of rapidly declining quality. Eventually my sole customer noticed the lack of quality and fresh material and the market for my book dried up. But that love of writing was already deep in my soul. As was my love of candy.

By grade two (that's what we Canadians call second grade), when I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said I wanted to be a writer, an actress, and an airline stewardess. The next year, I said writer again, and the next year and the next. By high school, I'd written a fantasy novel that was really glorified fan fiction of David Eddings Belgariad series. 

I may have taken a few years off here and there, but I was always writing in my head, coming up with new stories and envisioning characters. Then three and a half years ago, when my daughter was born, I left my career in corporate America and decided to be a full-time mom and part-time writer.

I've never looked back.

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