After twenty years I have finally plucked up the courage to write a book.
There I said it.
I feel like it has been this little secret I have been carrying around for the past few months. It’s like when you find out your pregnant. You want to shout it to the world but you also like the idea of keeping this monumental news to yourself. My family, of course knows, and a few close friends but that’s it. I think it shocked everyone that I did this all on my own. That I actually sat down and created this whole story in my head.
You see I’m not an Ivy League graduate or some trust fund baby with unlimited funds or time. I’m just a normal stay at home Mom. I had a normal childhood. I met my husband when I was almost nineteen and five years later we were married with twins on the way. Throw in another kid and there you go. I have always been somewhat creative though. When I started painting fifteen years ago I thought I had filled the creative void that echoed inside of me.
I also decided to explore my other passion, which is cooking and baking, but that still wasn’t enough. I have been a an avid reader all my life. I used to go so far when I was high school to hide my books when my friends came over to hang out. I didn’t want to be known as some book geek. I suppose I wasn’t comfortable enough in myself to admit that.
I would write short stories and throw them away or put them in my hope chest. When I was twenty I sat down to write a book and didn’t finish it. I just never believed in myself enough. I never really thought that I could actually do it.
As I got older I thought my lot in life was sealed. The wife and mother hat sat firmly on my head. It is a hat that I am proud to wear but at some point when your kids are all in school you start to ask yourself, Is this it? Even though I love my time home with my kids more than anything I felt like I was stuck in a rut.
After reading dozens and dozens of paranormal romance books I was so over it. They were all a knock off of Twilight and honestly, while I thought it was a cute book, it was still a book for young people. I wanted a book for adults. A book that had a more realistic take on this genre. A book that you identified with completely. Characters that you could relate too.
Two years ago I thought of a story, actually two but we’ll get to that later, and so my book journey began…