Why I Write
I love words.
I love a good story. I’m a voracious reader, and I usually know a brilliant book within the first few pages. (Don’t you?)
Writing isn’t easy. It’s really hard! Seeing my ideas and words develop into a story continues to amaze me. I used to think I would only consume words.
Words flowed in me, and now they flow out. That’s a lessoa brilliant bookn there.
Never, ever sell yourself short.
I’ve always been a storyteller. Just need to put that out there. Maybe just for myself, though.
I’m unbelievably blessed by God. Three adult children, one son-in-law, one granddaughter, three granddogs, and two grandcats.
My alma mater is Virginia Commonwealth University (Go Rams!) in Richmond, Virginia. I earned three degrees there: BS Education; MS Business & Marketing; PhD Adult & Organizational Learning.
Born in England to a British mum and an American USAF dad. Love my family on both sides of the pond.
When I was eight years old, I started writing a book called ‘The Emerald Isle.’ I think it was going to be about a little girl like me.
In the room I shared with my sister, I had a dull black government-issued typewriter my dad brought home from the Air Force base. I thrilled to the sound of the platen turning the white paper. It made an rrrr, rrrr, rrrr, kind of grinding sound unique to the classic black, manual typewriter.
Around our house, we had a lot of black pens with “U.S. Government” stamped in white on them. Boxes of government issue pencils too. Maybe I didn’t finish that book because I was consumed with gnawing guilt. Knowledge of this pilferage may have been too overwhelming.
Did I even get past page one? I don’t remember.
I also write because I have a terrific support group. That includes my family, but also the community of writers I meet locally and online.