Ever since I was a child, I loved to read and dream about my life when I grew up. I ran through the gambit of career options when I talked to my school counselor and had a hard time explaining what I wanted to do with my life. As I struggled, my peers were already preparing themselves for being doctors, lawyers, nurses, business owners, and scientists. They were talking about what college they would attend and where they wanted to work after they graduated.
This made me nervous. I was supposed to have my life on track. I was supposed to be one of the top students and that meant having a plan for the future. The more I tried to find my path, the more I struggled to find my purpose in this world.
Even with all of this hanging over my head, I still wanted to have fun in school and took elective courses outside of my normal honor courses. Since I love to read and create, I decided to take a stab at the creative writing class. Just from the first assignment, I was able to express myself in a way that made me happy. Both my teacher (Mrs. Reeder) and my peers were instrumental with my growth in that class and solidified my love for writing.
Since high school, I found myself taking more creative writing, literature, and genre-specific writing classes. I tried psychology for a while, but it just didn’t feel right and I moved to the field of communications. Studying people and how they interact was fascinating to me and made me feel like I finally found my area of expertise. Once I graduated, I set out to figure out what I could do with my skills and knowledge.
The only problem was that writing was always on my mind. I continued to struggle with writing a novel for years until I decided that this was what I wanted to do with my life. However, making money at it was tough. I went back to school and earned my M.A. in English, hoping it would set me on the right path to a career in writing. Life, however, had other plans.
I hopped from job to job feeling like I didn’t belong anywhere. From teaching small children to working in a medical office, it was a struggle to find where I was meant to be and how I could help people with my talents. Through all of this, I continued to write and craft a story that I knew I wanted to publish someday.
After meeting my husband in 2012, he encouraged me to follow my dreams and start looking to them for my purpose. He reminded me that my love of reading and writing were what had carried me through some of the darkest hours of my life. I felt like I had more direction and could accomplish the large task of publishing a novel.
In 2016, I was able to find a small local publisher that guided me through the publishing process. In just a few weeks, I had the first novel in my hands and I was officially a published author.
Now that my dream is a reality, I continue to write and move forward in promoting my work. I have joined a writing guild and was voted in as their president two years ago. I speak to groups about the power of writing and words, being published, and why
I love to write. I also host writing workshops to help others on their writing paths. The more involved I am in my community, the more I feel like I am where I belong.
As I continue this journey, I look forward to growing as a writer and using my talents to help others find their voice in the writing world.
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