My writing career began early. Really early. The first stories I remember writing cover a range of subjects. Some involved being marooned on an island in the Caribbean or featured the denizens of a mysterious world under the sea, while yet others were about the crew of a spaceship, travelling to the outer reaches of the solar system. I wrote adventures and mysteries and as I got older they began to include fantasy and romance.
Words, language, stories… they were something that I understood. But more than that – they, and their magic, have always been something that I’ve loved. I would happily entertain people (or myself) with an explanation of the origin of words and clichés or launch into a detailed listing of books I knew they would enjoy based on their personality and preferences. You learn to love me for it after a while.
I’ve considered alternate careers, I’ve even tried a few of them out – but through my explorations there is one thing that has remained a constant in my life. I love to write. There are few things that feel as satisfying as writing exactly what I want to say, in precisely the way that it was meant to be said.
And so I write.