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...
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A Creation of Tomorrow
by D.L Fletcher
Alice's daughter now missing, Cami was without a mother, and the one person that protected her from her father's anger. Now Cami continuously wore new cruises, and Alice had no doubt Cami's father was responsible for them. Alice turned to the police, but they turned their back on her. Desperate to find help and nowhere left to turn she to turned to the most dangerous men she ever laid eyes on.
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