For me, it’s always been about storytelling.

The Beginning

Even before I knew how to write, I dictated stories to any willing parent or teacher I could find. As I got older, I filled notebooks with stories and characters. I spent the winter break when I was ten-years-old writing my first “novel”—a 101-page story that my fifth grade teacher had bound for me. In high school, I entered every writing contest I could find.

The Middle

In college, I quadrupled the page-limit requirement for my senior thesis and finished a novel. I finished another one during my MFA program, then spent the next seven years revising, only for it to ultimately die in the query trenches. I started two more novels, only to ditch them after 30,000 words. I became a mother and found my way back to fiction through writing short, short stories—flash and micro flash. You can read some of them on my publications page.

I had my second son and found myself completely unable to write for fifteen months. And then one day, I did again. I spent a year writing a contemporary romance novel and having more fun with storytelling than I ever had before. I revised and revised and queried and revised some more—and six months after finishing that first draft, I signed with my agent.

All of this is to say—I don’t know how to not chase this dream. I’ve been doing it my whole life.

What’s Next

I’m in the middle of drafting another contemporary romance novel and hoping to find a publishing home for my debut novel. Most importantly, I’m two years into the most consistently, fulfilling writing routine I’ve ever had. Right now, it’s late nights and stolen weekends and Sundays in coffee shops, but it feels more mine than it ever has. And that’s not something I’m ever going to take for granted.

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