Not Farah Faucet (God, I just aged myself, but she was an Angel!), not Sandra Day O’Connor, not my Kindergarten teacher, Ms. Seavey. Nope. It was Stephen King. I wanted to grow up and be Stephen King.
I read an article on his life and it seemed perfect to me: create, work hard, live where you want, be invisible but hugely present in people’s lives. And then there was Stand By Me. And again, Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption. I was hooked.
I wanted to write. Only, not horror stories. For me, it’s more about the inter-personal web of messiness that makes up the fabric of real lives, real people.
Fast forward umpteen years and many, oh too many school degrees, none of which have anything to do with writing, and I’m finally here. Writing.
So I write for a living and it’s more awesome than Cinnabuns. But I haven’t made any books yet.
Connecting with my tribe at home has opened doors I never thought possible, mostly just finding the community to be supportive, but also professionally. Hello Go Mighty ladies!
And yesterday, I got off the phone with my agent (!) who just gave me very good news about shopping around my parenting book. A parenting book like none before! Only, and please keep this part to yourselves…when I got off the phone with him, I did a little jig, told my husband all about it and then said, “Oh, shit! I forgot to pick up our daughter from school!”
So, maybe I’ve got a few things to learn about balancing work, life and dreams. But hey…On My Way. The FIRST is (fingers crossed) in the works!