Hi Everyone & Welcome to my blog!
This is my very first post, so bear with me because I’m still fairly new to social media. I figured it was about time to try my hand at this outlet, and I thank you for taking the time to visit today.
I’ve been on the fence about blogging since I had my first book published last August, and I’ll admit, the reason I put it off for so long, was because I have no clue what to write about on a weekly or monthly basis.
So, to kick-off my blogging journey, I’ve decided to tell you about my start as a writer.
I remember first being bitten by the “writing bug,” when I was fourteen. I walked into a second hand bookstore, and picked up a Julia Quinn romance. I devoured the book within a matter of days, and decided I’d like to try my hand at writing. I picked up a notebook, a pen, and began. I’m pretty sure I still have that first attempt tucked away in my basement somewhere. It was a cringe worthy one, but an attempt no less! My parents were supportive from the very beginning, and bought me my first Brother typewriter/computer. I’d spend weekends at the library researching locals, or books on the craft of writing. Even at such a young age, I was determined to be published one day.
I wrote a second manuscript on a computer, a contemporary romance, and showed it my high school English teacher. She encouraged me to continue, seeing merit in my writing. The rest, as they say is history.
After graduating, I took an eight year hiatus while I attended college, and got married. But, that little voice in my head never stopped talking, telling me I should be writing. Asking me why I wasn’t writing. I now realize it was a sign, from where I don’t know…but I knew I had to write. It was something I was meant to do. Before my son was born, I joined RWA (Romance Writers of America), and my local chapter, WisRWA (Wisconsin Romance Writer’s of America). I met wonderful people whom I could relate to, about anything and everything to do with writing. It was such a thrill! For the first time since I started writing, I wasn’t alone. It was great bouncing ideas off others, venting about plotting issues. Pretty much anything.
With this new shot of self-confidence, I brainstormed my book in the months before my delivery. After he was born, I experienced a re-birth in myself. I began burning up the keyboard and writing at night, every night without fail. And it felt good, because I was in my natural element. I was happy. After two months, I had a completed manuscript. It was very rough of course, but it was a start.
That was in the Fall of 2010, and after countless revisions, rejections, and pitches later my dream came finally had come true. And I’ve never looked back.