When I was a child, my mother asked me what I wanted to be. I answered an author. After laughing for ten minutes, she asked again, "No, Sweetie, what do you really want to be?"
An author...
My father and mother saw no future in being an author. My father dreamed of me becoming a doctor. I ended up becoming a Medical Technologist. Not exactly what I wanted, but I'm good at it. It's what I know.
What I wanted to do was write.
I just didn't know how. In the end, I taught myself. I didn't have much of a choice if I wanted to write a book. I ended up getting married, having three children and a mortgage. We didn't have any extra money for writing classes. For that matter, neither did I have time. It took a while...
Ten years.
Ten years of learning. I'm pretty stubborn. I admire writers that it comes so natural to them. Writing didn't come easy for me.
My first book was published in 2008.
Did I say I'm stubborn?
I've always been that way. Growing up, I loved basketball. My dad was a great high school basketball coach. I'm short and slow, but I had heart. I went to this great basketball camp in the summer before my freshmen year. The coach was renown in girl's basketball in Mississippi at that time. I worked so hard at that camp. Each day after skills, we would divide up into our teams and play games. I never played that much in those games. I remember I got into one game for about ten seconds. Immediately, I ran right over my opponent. Foul called. It was all the time I got during that game. As for that matter, even the team practices at camp, I never got in to work on my game. I sat on the sideline and dibbled...and dibbled. Three years passed. My team played the renowned coach. After the game, he sought me out and told me. "I never thought you would become the player you have."
I never thought I wouldn't be good.
It's like that with my writing. I believe in my writing ability...I believe in my stories. Maybe, though, I should be old enough to know better. Writing is hard. Being an author can be heart-wrenching. The publishing world can crush your soul.
I'm so tired talking about my books all the time. I wanted a place to unwind. That's why I started this blog. This blog isn't about my books. I wanted a place where I can talk about anything I want, politics. religion included.
I want to express my shock at Dr. Larry Nassar. Why did this happen? Why weren't those girls protected??? Where is the outrage?
My heart breaks with the Turpin children story. Who could treat their own children so maliciously? The parents are pure evil.
The ever-changing weather. The upcoming Royal wedding. Why do I have the compulsion to retweet on Twitter? Country music. Pink singing and dancing on the side of a building!!!
I want to talk sports. I love the Celtics, Patriots and Red Soxs...Bruins, too. I want to be able to express my concern about the upcoming baseball season. I want to say I think Tom Brady is the GOAT! I can understand the haters. I'm not a particular fan of LeBron myself...probably because he's not on my team...but I love Kyrie Irving!!!
Mainly, I just want to talk.
"There's no comparison between what's lost by not trying and what's lost by not succeeding." - Francis Bacon
An author...
My father and mother saw no future in being an author. My father dreamed of me becoming a doctor. I ended up becoming a Medical Technologist. Not exactly what I wanted, but I'm good at it. It's what I know.
What I wanted to do was write.
I just didn't know how. In the end, I taught myself. I didn't have much of a choice if I wanted to write a book. I ended up getting married, having three children and a mortgage. We didn't have any extra money for writing classes. For that matter, neither did I have time. It took a while...
Ten years.
Ten years of learning. I'm pretty stubborn. I admire writers that it comes so natural to them. Writing didn't come easy for me.
My first book was published in 2008.
Did I say I'm stubborn?
I've always been that way. Growing up, I loved basketball. My dad was a great high school basketball coach. I'm short and slow, but I had heart. I went to this great basketball camp in the summer before my freshmen year. The coach was renown in girl's basketball in Mississippi at that time. I worked so hard at that camp. Each day after skills, we would divide up into our teams and play games. I never played that much in those games. I remember I got into one game for about ten seconds. Immediately, I ran right over my opponent. Foul called. It was all the time I got during that game. As for that matter, even the team practices at camp, I never got in to work on my game. I sat on the sideline and dibbled...and dibbled. Three years passed. My team played the renowned coach. After the game, he sought me out and told me. "I never thought you would become the player you have."
I never thought I wouldn't be good.
It's like that with my writing. I believe in my writing ability...I believe in my stories. Maybe, though, I should be old enough to know better. Writing is hard. Being an author can be heart-wrenching. The publishing world can crush your soul.
I'm so tired talking about my books all the time. I wanted a place to unwind. That's why I started this blog. This blog isn't about my books. I wanted a place where I can talk about anything I want, politics. religion included.
I want to express my shock at Dr. Larry Nassar. Why did this happen? Why weren't those girls protected??? Where is the outrage?
My heart breaks with the Turpin children story. Who could treat their own children so maliciously? The parents are pure evil.
The ever-changing weather. The upcoming Royal wedding. Why do I have the compulsion to retweet on Twitter? Country music. Pink singing and dancing on the side of a building!!!
I want to talk sports. I love the Celtics, Patriots and Red Soxs...Bruins, too. I want to be able to express my concern about the upcoming baseball season. I want to say I think Tom Brady is the GOAT! I can understand the haters. I'm not a particular fan of LeBron myself...probably because he's not on my team...but I love Kyrie Irving!!!
Mainly, I just want to talk.
"There's no comparison between what's lost by not trying and what's lost by not succeeding." - Francis Bacon
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