I began this journey just another hopeful. Writing hasn’t always been in my thoughts, in fact, didn’t even begin considering it until college. As I think about my writing now I try to think back to the earliest memory I have of dabbling in it and it brings me to a night even my mother recalls.
She reminded me of it recently and until she mentioned it I’d simply cast it off as just a moment in time rather than the day where it all began. Like many little girls I wanted to impress my mother. I wanted to be more than just the rebellious teen who only attracted attention from my mother when I did something wrong, so one night I set out on that quest to impress.
It was intended mainly in jest and I didn’t think it meant anything at the time but now I think it was the sign I’d missed, and perhaps the one my mother missed as well. I sat in my room and wrote my mother a poem. It wasn’t impressive to me but I decided to share it with her. She laughed after she read it and replied disbelievingly, “You didn’t write that.” I was offended that she didn’t believe be so I offered to write her another one. I dared her to give me any topic at all and she did. The only issue was I couldn’t write it in front of her so off I ran to my room where within minutes I produced another poem. My mom seemed a little less in disbelief the second time around but she still thought I was copying it from somewhere. I wasn’t, but soon the game wore off and the moment was over. I didn’t write anything again after that, at least not anything I shared with my mother.
I wasn’t mad at my mother for her response. I didn’t fully understand how I was producing the poems either. they just came to me. I was severely insecure though and I was a reader not a writer so I didn’t make the connection that I had potential. That moment wasn’t the only moment though.
In Junior High I took a drama class. I loved it. It was a very social class and it suited my personality. This was in California during a time of teacher strikes so the school itself was in a chaotic state. Our drama teacher explained that we had to do a school production but that he had no intention in writing a play. He gave us the assignment of seeing what we could create. Many students submitted skits, as did I. Mine was one of about ten chosen for the event. I became the director. Once again I didn’t take it as a sign. I was really just goofing off and fulfilling an assignment. The taste wasn’t enough though to propel me forward. It wasn’t until college before I wrote again.
That was when the once static ball began to roll. It was a very slow start for me. It’s been ten years since the built up energy began to push the ball forward. Now, it’s picking up speed. When I found out my novel, “The Abduction of Lilly Waters,” would be published by Master Koda Select Publishing. I cried like a baby. I hadn’t realized until that moment how badly I wanted it.
I don’t know yet what I’ve started but I feel I ‘m finally doing what I was intended to do all along. It’s liberating. I know I have a lot to learn. Every time I learn something new I feel the same sense of freedom.
I hope I can really make a go at a writing career, not only for my self but for my family. My biggest desire is to make their dreams come true and if I can do it with my fingertips and creativity then I will be one proud woman. I’ve set many examples for my children through the years, from going through school while raising a family, to waiting tables to make ends meet, to doing what really brings me happiness. I hope in the end my kids can say, wow way to go mom!
Keep watching for my books. My readers are the ones who can really make this a reality. Thank you.