Why I write

So when I was a little girl I had a lot of free time on my hands. I filled it with books and imaginary friends. I'd make up stories to amuse myself. It got to the point that I found "real" life sort of boring next to the stuff I came up with.

I still do. :-)

I grew up and went to college but didn't have any clear direction of what I wanted to do, so I ended up with a (somewhat useful) history degree, a pile of school bills and no career. I got a job in the corporate world, and while I'm good at it, when I turned 30 I started to feel a certain itch. I wanted to reconnect with that little girl I used to be. I wanted to do something with my life that I found truly meaningful. So I started to write.

I have a dear friend who encouraged me, guided me, and read my stuff. She rocks. She even puts up with my insecurities about whether I suck at it or not, definitely above and beyond the call of duty. Writing books turned out to be a lot more work than I expected and it's hard not to take the stuff that comes out personally sometimes. I also find it obnoxious how so much work can be read by someone in the course of the day, then tossed aside on a bookshelf. Ha.

Anyway, I'm hooked. I love my husband, my dogs, my cats, where I live, and my house. But it is writing that tops everything off with a big dollop of cream. I've definitely found my calling.