This is coming late because Blogger has decided to hate me - seriously, what did I ever do to you!? But, I shall persevere and this post will be put up!
So this week's topic is about how and when I knew I wanted to be a writer. Easy because I don't really remember a time when I didn't want to write and tell stories.
I'd lay in bed and tell my younger sister these revamped stories. Or make up stories involving us and our celebrity crushes at the time...absolutely mortifying when I think back on it.
In high school, I wrote and wrote and wrote. When I probably should have been paying attention in class. Whoops. I had notebooks filled with stories (truly horrendous stories, I might add, but all part of the journey, yeah?)
Writing was always a part of my life but for a long time it was shoved to the back burner as I went about my life--because writing as a career? I didn't think that was a possibility. I had my kids and was mom, but still wrote as often as I could. It was more recently, when deciding what I was going to do since my kid were in school ful time, that I (with the incredible support and encouragement from my pretty amazing husband) decided, why not? Why couldn't I make writing my career? It was all I ever wanted to do. Now, I'm blessed enough to be able to do what I love every day and call it my job. Lucky, lucky me. :)
And that's that from me. Be sure to go and check out Bronwyn Green's blog and find out her story!
Until next week.