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My brother was born on April 2nd of 1982 and has often said that he wished he’d been born a few hours earlier so he could be an April Fool. Little did he know that, two years later, he would have a younger brother born on April 11th. He wished to be an April Fool, and I ended up getting it in spades!
I was born in Arlington, Texas, but grew up everywhere else. As a working single mother, Mom sent us to visit my maternal grandparents for the summer months. During those summers in Ohio, we picked strawberries on their farm, played, and traveled to different parts of the country including Yellowstone National Park, the mountains of Montana, Mount Rushmore, Colorado, and many other places in the Northwest and middle United States. We visited other parts of the country as well, but I remember the Northwestern states the most fondly. Nestled among the mountains, I felt strangely at home.
I spent much of my young adult life watching the world and the people around me, my friends, my fellow students, and many of my teachers. I often found myself preferring the company of older people and wanting to learn from them. For me, life was about learning and discovering new and interesting things, so it was no wonder I enjoyed most of my time at school. And it was in high school that I discovered a love for writing.
Interestingly enough, it wasn’t a teacher who got me interested in writing. The truth is that English was one of my least favorite subjects at the time. It seemed to me to be a tedious task of taking words written on a page, rearranging them, correcting them, and writing them down again. Sometimes, it was little more than simple transcription. But in my Junior Year, I discovered that writing was more than that when another student did a project which involved my class outside of the usual classwork. He distributed “character sheets” on which were questions about what kind of character each student would want to be if he or she were a superhero. He then took them up, put together the gathered information, and wrote a brief story about all of these characters interacting together on one world. Reading that story, one in which I’d had a hand to help create, fascinated me. I began writing short stories and creating characters of my own.
But my stories would remain for personal entertainment for several years. Right out of high school, I joined the United States Marine Corps and would spend a year in military service before receiving a medical discharge. Afterward, I went from job to job to try to make a living but wasn’t incredibly successful at keeping them. Meanwhile, in the background in my personal life, I continued writing little tales and stories while developing a world in which a greater story would take place. I called this world Cerra Sevatia after the goddess whose death brought it into existence.
I made my first attempt at writing a book seven years after graduating from high school. One of the most important lessons I learned in writing that book was the amount of time and work that goes into writing a novel and how bad I was at editing! But thanks to a summer spent with my uncle and aunt in Montana and Idaho, I learned how to improve my writing and my editing. One of my uncle’s favorite sayings was that creation is a talent, but writing is a skill. It was a skill he helped me to develop over the course of the next two years.
Since then, I have spent my time in college, writing, and editing. The first of my stories, The Dragon Eaters, was published on December 24th, 2013. Though it came a day early, to have it published was a fulfilling Christmas present. Though the years between when I first took an interest in writing and the publication of my first book were difficult and often plagued by doubt, I pressed on, often citing those famous words.
“Two roads diverged in the woods, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
-Robert Frost, “The Road Not Taken”