I have always wanted to be a writer. That and a bartender (don't ask).
I entered the corporate world of financial lending at twenty and between trying to rock that at the best of my ability and raising my boys I found it hard to make the time to actually write. My youngest son asked me to read one of his YA books and when I completed it he asked me what I thought. I told him I didn't care for it and explained why. He scolded me(as well he should have) and told me to be nice, and I quote, "At least this girl tried. All you do is go to work." He was right so I started writing.
Once I started writing again I couldn't stop. I wrote 'Just Breathe' in maybe a month and then put it to the side and started another story. About a year later I picked it back up and re-read it- I won't lie it wasn't very good, but I loved my characters so much that I felt I owed it to them to get them out there for people to know so I started re-writing. The craziest part of writing "Just Breathe" is that I can't stop. Every single time I pick up my draft I add more and more. The hardest part was deciding when to stop!
When you're not writing, how do you spend your time?
Depends on the mood really. I am a huge TV/Movie fanatic. I am one of those people that will watch a television season in one day. I think about how I would have changed a scene or a character- I am always thinking about writing. My biggest dream would be to write TV series and movies. I hang out with my family in whatever crazy antics they wish to be amused in that day and my dogs need constant attention- I have 3 dogs (260 lbs worth) who never stop..
Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?
Outside of the school stories (that I vaguely recall) that I had to write, I first started writing poetry- tons and tons of poetry. The first story I wrote was for my first born; it was a book about him.
After the death of her parents, Keira is forced to leave the only home she's known.
One night a voice wakes her from her sleep, a voice that cannot be placed.
A voice that cannot be unheard.
Keira tries to escape her haunts and keep her troubles hidden.
She learns she doesn’t live in the world she thought she did.
She isn't who she thought she was
And all too often she can't breathe