The hardest story to tell so often is the one that begins and ends at your doorstep. The story of yourself. I have never thought there was much to say on the subject of “me.” I can weave worlds out of thin air and crawl inside of them, revealing to my reader every dark secret of the universe in which they exist. I can mold characters from stardust and daydreams, giving them life and substance that makes them feel as real in their essence as you or me. Opening up my inner universe and talking about myself is another matter entirely and not quite so easy. It is not that I have great secrets to defend from the outside world. In truth, I am as normal as it gets. The challenge in sharing my story is merely that my life is simple and does not mirror the complex and fascinating worlds I create in my stories. To some people, my life would be considered boring.
I write in my pajamas or “jammies” as I call them. Since my quiet time begins at 5:30 in the morning, it fits. The cozier the better. My writing companions are my father (also a writer and my greatest supporter) and my two Pommies, Peanut and Sassy. You will get to know my girls through my blog if you read it. I work a full time job that helps pay the bills, but my writing is my passion, so early morning is my time. My stolen hours of bliss.
I cannot say that I have always wanted to be a writer. I only know I have always been drawn to it like a moth to candlelight. I cannot remember a time when I was not creating a world or imagining a character in some adventure or another. Writing was simply who I was. An extension of myself. I wrote down my thoughts and ideas because it was the natural thing to do.
Books were always surrounding me as a child, and when I wasn’t buried nose deep in the pages of one, I was searching through the shelves of the secondhand bookstore that was just up the road from our house. I still have every volume I purchased from those days, tucked away on my shelves like the old friends they became. Well loved. Well read.
My greatest hope as a writer is to bring joy to a reader. I have often imagined the book scavenger digging through the stacks of a secondhand bookstore only to find one of my titles and consider it the “treasure” worthy of purchasing and bringing home. My title being the well loved, well read book. That would be true success and a story worth telling.