I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t daydreaming about my own version of reality. As a child, I was always lost in the world of make-believe.
I was about twelve when I started writing. I had just finished reading Lloyd Alexander’s Prydain Chronicles and instantly launched into writing my own new adventures for his hero Taran. Around this time I also started writing poetry with a friend from school. We would both start with the same opening line and exchange poems when we’d finished. Many of those poems are still in my possession.
I spent a considerable amount my high school career reading in the library. I would read a book, take notes, mimic what I liked about the book in my own writing, then start again with a new book. This continued on through college and even to this day.
There has never been a day when my thoughts have not wandered, even if for just a moment, to something I’d like to put down on paper. Not one day.
I finished NaNoWriMo for the first time in 2012, just after I’d married the man of my dreams. I was ever so close to finishing Camp NaNoWriMo in July of 2015, but just couldn’t type fast enough that last day. On both occasions, I came out with something worth working on and as I continue to move forward with my writing career, I hope you will enjoy reading them.