As a young girl with dreams of being a writer, I got lucky. I lived out my childhood in a quiet, wooded, winding-country-road sort of town called Eighty-Four, Pa. I had lots of time to daydream, read, lounge in the grass and create worlds beyond the one in front of me.
As an adult with dreams of being a writer, I have figured out luck does have a lot to do with it but so does perseverance, stubbornness, willingness to “know what you don’t know” and good old-fashioned sit-your-butt-in-the-chair and just do it. Lots of this last one. Years and years, in fact.
So that’s where I’m at now. Twenty years and a string of meaningless, unfulfilling jobs later, here I am. I am picking up the part of me that I put down after childhood in pursuit of something responsible to do. I am wiser. I realize money is not what rocks a writer’s world.
Writing is what rocks a writer’s world.
Writing allows me to explore a lot of my interests: the paranormal, science, the human mind and motivations, death, unexplained mysteries, beliefs, love and evil…hope, hauntings, curses and fear.
No matter what label my writing is given—mystery, thriller, science fiction–it will always involve one, if not all, of these themes.
I’ve also learned that writers need readers. We need you like crack, really. So, thanks for taking the time to visit me here (and if you’re not a friend or family member then I REALLY, REALLY thank you.) I hope you will leave a comment, critique, hello or just say “don’t quit your day job”!
I’ll leave you with the quote that sums it up best for me:
“Writing is a dog’s life, but the only life worth living.” -Gustave Flaubert