How I Got Here

I’ve always wanted to write (and publish) a book. I actually have old journals that say so. This is a direct quote. “I think it would be fun to be a writer but I don’t want to write-write. Your hand gets tired.” I guess I wasn’t into typewriters. And computers – not yet. Anybody remember Oregon Trail? That’s about the most computer usuage we got way back then.

I have notebooks full of fun stuff like this. They are filled with pages of things like…

1. Song lyrics (Oh how I wished I had back then.)

2. My school schedules

3. Lists of favorites

4. Things I did

5. Clothes I wore (No. I wasn’t that vain, but I guess it was important  not to wear the same outfit too often.)

These notebooks came in handy with one of the stories I’ve written. But save that for another time.

I have many stories I started (writing by hand) from junior high. Including my Sweet Valley High knockoff. (No originality, I’ll admit it). I don’t know when I quit writing or why. I never gave up reading, although it went on hiatus while my children were babies.

Fast forward a few years after college. I started another story, but got stuck because I needed to do a lot of research on the Renaissance period.

Fast forward to January 2010. The words were floating in my head, so I finally decided to get them down. I wrote six stories (adult-chick lit maybe), but I also need to do research and take a trip to where they take place. So they have been set aside.

Then I moved onto young adult. I love my next one, but it’s a tad on the long side and I don’t want to try push it as a first time writer.

Fast forward to the current novel, Frosty. I am currently querying literary agents, whose job it is to sell my book to a publishing house. And I’ll save that for the next post.

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  1. I played tons of Oregon Trail! And my biology notebook was filled with list of girl names – in alphabetical order (just by the first letter…I wasn’t THAT big of a nerd.:)

    Welcome to the blogging world!

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