If many of you are like me, you were born to write. Nothing else in this life made sense unless I was writing. I clearly remember telling my parents when I was in fifth grade I was going to be writer. My parents laughed and said I needed to get a real job. Wasn't writing a real job?
At the age of 17 I began to write my first novel. There in ABC Shorthand class in high school, I used my stenopads to write my first novel. Two hundred and fifty-three pages later, I was finished. Whenever I finished a book, my best friend and her mother would read it, begging for the next one. I was hooked. I had an audience. But I wasn't sold. So, I used it to get a scholarship to college. While attending Washington College, I would go to Creative Writing classes and get laughed at by the published writer who ran the class. He was a macho male who wrote westerns. He said my work wasn't serious and I would never get published. I would read my chapters out loud during class and all the jocks would laugh at it. I still kept writing.
My junior year, I met my husband. We were blind dates - well, someone else's blind dates, but we met and I found my Prince Charming. The first kiss we shared was magnetic - tingle to the toes type of magic! To say the least, right after graduation we married and within three months - we were expecting the first of 5 children. Wow - life moves fast when you're having fun.
To say he's my hero is speaking lightly. Pregnant and without a job, he bought my first word processing typewriter - you all remember the ones I'm talking about. All so I could write while I stayed home with the kids. So I wrote. A contemporary loosely based in the personnel industry - my first real job after college. I loved it because my characters got to travel to Paris - the one place I always wanted to travel.
So I kept having children and I kept writing. Between child #1 and #2, my husband bought me a Tandy 1000 - who remembers those? I taught myself how to use a computer so I could write my novels on it. And I began writing. But I wrote everything in notebooks first, then typed it because I had children running around. Some days I wrote 10 pages, some days 50 pages. 876 pages later, I had my first historical. To say the least I was hooked.
More on my journey as a writer, later.