Writing is a portal into the deepest reaches of our imagination. There are no rules, apart from grammar and sentence structure, so a writer is free to craft a story about anything that tickles our fancy.
I really began my writing journey when I was eleven years old. I loved the fact that words could take me to far away places, places that I had created, and that I could get lost in those words for hours. It didn’t matter, back then, if the story was silly. All that mattered is that I was transported into another world by words, captivated by ideas and compelled to chase the feeling of elation I got by writing a story or a poem.
I still get that same feeling of euphoria when I write. Some days the words don’t flow as easily, but on the days that they do my fingers can’t type the words fast enough. I love to look back at the beginning of this blog to see just how much the voice of my writing has changed. I didn’t know that the stages of writing included puberty but I certainly found that stage and my writing voice changed to become the one I have now, the voice that wrote my book.
I am hopeful that becoming a published author is something that is written in the stars, for me, and not written in the sand. But if the writing Gods have scribbled my name on the beach, only to see it washed away by the tide, I will always have my words.