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I am a Canadian full time employee - mother of two - grandmother of two - married to a wonderful supportive man who writes in her spare time. I am trying to live at least part of my life doing what excites me the most.
I have had an infatuation with pens, paper and note pads since I was a small child. This love affair is still as strong today as it was when I first learned to write cursive. I can't walk into a stationary store or down an isle of pens and paper and not get sucked in. It is so bad that my husband if we are on a mission for something will playfully cover my eyes while taking hold of my hand hurrying me by them.
Like most teenage girls do I wrote poetry. You know - the sad my life is horrible stuff. I had a few about a teenage crush, but most were quite depressing. I eventually grew bored with poetry, but I still needed to write! Stories were swimming and I needed to get them out! Being a teen I had little time between school, chores and a social life so short stories was what I wrote.
As a young girl I thoroughly enjoyed the library and card catalogues. I could get lost inside of a library for days and I would have been in heaven - though I never admitted that to my friends, because that would have been weird. I loved books. I still love books. I love everything about them! I love the smell of them, the cream thin or thick pages. I love the covers - soft or hard. I love the way a story can make you get lost inside of it - the author gives you the canvas but your mind does the painting. All of it fuelled my dream of holding a copy of a book I would write some day.
As my kids grew older the need got stronger. It was so strong I had to make it a reality. Even if I didn't sell one I needed to write one and figure out how to get into a physical book. I started writing my first novel in private. I wasn't ready to share my passion with anyone. I was just too shy - too self-conscious. Eventually though I had no choice but to share my writing with close trusted people in order to get feedback - my mother being the first - I could trust her to be honest, yet kind.
Armed with my mother's input and eventually the others I was brave enough to share my work with I filled in the gaps making my first novel a much fuller story- and here I am - still shy and self-conscious with two published books! I'm not sure if I am a great writer or if my stories are interesting, but they are mine. I love the characters like they have lived a part of my life. I love the stories like they have been a part of my reality.
Anyway...that's the first mile of my journey. One that I hope will be a thousand miles long...