I've always been the kind of person that's done so much for others that I totally forget myself-- always. Well, a funny thing happened on the way to forty...I decided to do something that I wanted to do. Something for me. And what was that? Writing...
When I mentioned my plans to my neighbor down the street she was totally shocked. She had no idea that I even remotely wanted to write. It wasn't that she didn't know me well enough, or that she wasn't a good friend, it was that I had forgotten my dream. How could anyone even know about my dream if it wasn't even a dream anymore?
I still remember my sweet husband buying me a handheld recorder for my birthday way back when. He knew I wanted to write and he gave me the recorder to help me get started. Now, fifteen years later, I have no idea where that recorder is. But I know where my dream is... and it's alive and well!
So, around Octoberish of 2008, I sat in front of the computer and thought and thought about all the stuff that I wanted to write about. My first idea was to write about my family, and maybe one day I will, but when my fingers hit the keyboard something totally different came out of me. Weird I know. And now, some 10 months and ninety-seven thousand words later, I'm done with Final Life, the first book in my Descendant Trilogy.
I love my characters. I love the story. I just need to find that one agent who agrees with me! Where are you? I know I'll find the right person. So for now I'm continuing to query agents and I've started my second book. Wish me luck!