When I do author takeovers or guest posts on other authors Facebook pages, the question I get asked most often is what made me want to write a book. That is such a hard question for me to answer because I don’t remember a time I didn’t want to write.
I was reading before I went to Kindergarten. I was smart and geeky way before current culture made that cool. I am an extrovert so I always surrounded myself with people but I only had two true friends. My books and my imagination. I read books to pass the time during the day and when I couldn’t fall asleep at night, I told myself stories until I fell asleep. They usually involved love, romance, and a happy ever after.
I had planned to go to college to be a journalist but life happens and I joined the Navy instead. But the idea that I wanted to write never went away. That is why if you see around Facebook and someone asks me that question you will see me say all kinds of crazy stuff because honestly, I don’t know what made me want to write a book. These characters have always lived inside me and one day I finally reached a point where their need to have their stories told over-road my fear.
So that is why at 47 with an established career in a 9-5 office job, where I have a 401K, insurance, and a steady paycheck, I’m dreaming of sitting at home with a cup of coffee and my imagination.