Living to Learn,
Some of my earliest memories involve storytelling. I remember laying under quilts with the silver needles flashing in and out, burning marshmallows around roaring fires, and sitting still as a mouse while the grown-ups spilled story after story into my thirsty ears. “Remember when” were, and still are, some of my favorite words.
Until I had life experiences of my own, my stories were purely fictional. As I lived life, my stories gained nuggets of truth. I am a big fan of embellishment. Creativity should not be constrained (unless in a court of law).
In January of 2019, I decided to get serious about writing stories. Storystorm was an eye-opening inspiring event. One thing I learned was how little I knew. Turn on the fire-hose. Conferences (in person, and online), classes, webinars, writing groups, everything I could participate in I did. Story after story tumbled onto the page. Revisions, edits, and critiques later, I started submitting. It was terrifying. I had decided if I was going to fail, I was going to fail trying, better than failing to try.
I am blessed to have the constant support and encouragement of my husband. My work reawakened in him his love of writing. We are creating individually and together.
September 6th, we received an offer of publication for the first three children's books in our Lottie Series. I am pretty sure I did some awkwardly uncoordinated dance, and I use that word loosely, of joy. I look forward to sharing more and more stories with more and more people.
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