I have always been a very avid reader since I was a small child. My parents read to me at night before bed when I was just a small child. I guess that you could say that I fell in love with the written word before I could read or for that matter talk. Since then, I have grown up to not only reading pretty much anything that sounds appealing, but I have also fallen in love with writing.
When I was in elementary school, we wrote short stories in class. I remember having this small blank book and creating a story to go inside of it along with pictures. I look at it now and it is cute. My messy handwriting and simplistic pictures colored in crayon. It must have been about then that I decided I wanted to create my own world of stories. Throughout my schooling that’s what I did. Granted they were short, but I was able to escape as I wrote them.
Then in high school, I knew that I wanted to be a writer and wrote a story for my school’s newsletter that went out to all of the parents in a serial. It was simple and fun. Granted now that I have aged and matured, I know that it wasn’t my best work, but it was mine. My world and my story. It made my day when people asked me what I wanted to do for a living and I said, “Write books.” They would smile and wish me luck.
Now, I have a degree in Creative Writing and went through classes to help me hone my craft. My passion for the written word has only increased. I want to be able to take the reader away from the world that they are living in and into the pages of my creation. To do that, I have to work hard and know that while I may just be starting out on this part of the path, I have been making the journey.
Now, I am 75,000 words into my first draft of my first novel and I am ecstatic. Soon, I will go onto polishing this book of words into something that resembles a novel, before sending it off for the final step of representation and publication. It might take a little bit of time, but this is my passion and I will be in it through all the blood, sweat, and tears.