Back in 5th grade when I decided Mrs. Heap was right, I was really very good at writing and should, therefore, make it my career (...that may not have been what Mrs. Heap meant, but I drew the only logical conclusion), I filled my head with visions of sitting at a typewriter and being Very Serious and having lots of pens and notebooks.
I did all that, no question.
(Have I told y'all the story of my 16th birthday - this was 1985 - when my parents got me a very fancy-new-tech CD player? And I asked them if I could exchange it for a typewriter. They let me, because they're the best, but can you imagine what a young priss I was?? Be sure your image includes my very large 1985 plastic rim glasses.)
Anyhow, my 5th grade decision to become a writer wasn't accompanied with visions of the actual books I would write. That didn't change until sometime in college, when I realized my real writing focus was on novels. (I've written some excellent short stories, but also some kinda dire ones. And we won't delve into my poetry or screenplays.)
So my adulthood writing career ambitions did always include the idea of novels to my name. (Okay, to my pseudonym. But still.) And yet: did I ever imagine I'd have written TEN WHOLE BOOKS? I did not.
But hi! That's what I did!
ON A ROLL is my 10th published book, and I am a tad verklempt about it, You can check out the first chapter HERE, and order it HERE.
Thanks for taking this trip down memory lane with me. What did you really want for your 16th birthday? Did you get it? Was it as unutterably cool as my Smith Corona Electric Typewriter with TWO DAISY WHEELS?? That's right: Courier AnD Script, my friends! I was - and remain - Very Serious Indeed.
Writing is a journey undertaken by the mind in conjunction with the soul....