I’m a writer and always have been, even before I knew what a writer really was. In the “before” years, my writerlyness expressed itself as people watching (others called it shy). Then, in my early twenties, I started doing something strange. I started to write dialogue as people spoke it – with my finger on my leg! I know, it really is kind of weird. Not many people become writers (or so I’m guessing) because their body first told them it was the thing to do.
Unfortunately, the leg writing only helped me realize what I wanted to do. It didn’t solve the big problem, which was that I knew there was no way I could ever be a writer. In time, the regret factor took care of that. I didn’t want to be at the end of my life, looking back, and regretting anything, and I knew that even if becoming a writer was impossible for me, I would regret not trying. So I tried. I tried for years…
Nine long years and one hundred rejections later, I received my first acceptance, a short story called “The Crossing Dance”. Shortly afterward, it was followed by my first novel, “Freedom’, a number of magazine articles, then another novel, and another, and then an entire juvenile series!
With thirty four juvenile novels out there now, plus short stories, poems, articles, and even screenplays to my name, I could claim the title author, but for some reason, the title sounds finished to me, as if I’ve arrived somewhere. In this writing journey, my biggest hope is not to arrive; I simply want to be a good traveler, with many more people, places, and plots to meet, and much, much more to learn.
“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” JRR Tolkien
Ah, the adventures!