I always knew I wanted to write.
When I was a child I devoured books, mostly mysteries, checking them out at the library based on how thick they were. Books took me away from reality, and into a just world where the good guys won and the bad guys were punished.
My passion for mysteries created a lifelong desire to become a mystery novelist, but the need to write compelled me to work on everything from ad copy to greeting cards, magazine articles to promotional hang tags. In doing so, I discovered that while many people love books, the smell and feel of a tome, I love what the books contain.
I love the stories.
Good stories captivate me, and I’m not alone. Stories have provided information, taught lessons and moved people to action for as long as there have been people to tell them.
Writing the story gets me in front of the computer nearly every day as I attempt to capture, create and communicate the thoughts and images that fill my head.
Sharing the story drives me to submit and query, despite the fact that it often feels like throwing your work down a dark and bottomless well.
But I’ll never stop, because I simply can’t.
Because, fiction or non-fiction, it’s all about the story.
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