Deep down, I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I think most voracious readers dream of producing the very creation we spend so many hours devouring, but for some reason, writing fiction was never something I actually thought I could do.
After grad school, my husband and I spent a wonderful year working at a ski resort in the German Alps. Because I had a part-time evening job and a supportive spouse, I was able to spend my mornings giving this whole writing thing a try. My first manuscript–a historical novel about a German monk who travels along the ancient pilgrimage road to Santiago de Compostela, Spain in the 16th century–was completed with a great sense of accomplishment, but unbeknownst to me at the time, the real work was about to begin!
Becoming a writer is one thing, becoming an author quite another. Due to my nomadic lifestyle, travel (whether physical quests or journeys through time) seems to be a consistent theme in my stories. Maybe that’s what all good fiction does–transports us to places we’ve never been, giving us the chance to encounter characters and ideas we’ve never considered. So far, the journey from aspiring writer to published author has been an amazing roller coaster that’s about to get even more interesting. I hope you’ll consider joining me for the ride!