I am a writer. I started in third grade with paragraphs about my cat accompanied by some pretty wicked drawings. The passion grew in high school when I wrote for the school paper. Although no one read the thing, it was fun to use the press credentials to meet cute boys in local bands all in the name of journalism.
After college the real world called and I thought writing could only be a hobby. I pursued other life dreams. Job. Marriage. Owning stuff. We packed up the life we knew in Southern California and headed for a small town in Oregon to start a family.
After several years, I started a new job where they talked about working towards who you want to be. My inner writer cried out to put words to paper. I wrote two short articles in the local newspaper’s magazine section. They were pieces on causes near and dear to my heart; the need for thank you cards and how to dress up your food. Seriously people, thank you cards should be mandatory.
Since then I keep pushing myself to do everything. Live every moment. Learn the craft and write a great story. I’ve morphed into more than a writer. I’m a baker, a dee-jay, a fangirl, a profanity speaker, a lemondrop drinker, a concert goer, and anything else I want to do that day.
My favorite quote: “On the day of victory, no one is tired.” — Anonymous