I fell back into writing, tumbled headfirst actually, after many years pursuing other endeavors. In my youth I dabbled in poetry, wrote and illustrated children’s books, and even finished a full-length screenplay, all of which lie buried in various notebooks and hard drives.
It wasn’t until my sister instituted writing nights in my household as a fun group endeavor, that I found renewed interest in writing. My husband took off faster and, while he may have beaten me to the finish line-so to speak, I benefited from becoming his publisher, editor, cover artist, publicist, et cetera, through the honing of my skills as a writer.
Somewhere along the way, a story grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go. It weaved itself in my mind during every quiet moment, and some not so quiet, if you consider the near constant presence of my three energetic and precocious sons. My characters lived in my thoughts, interacting, discussing, arguing, and scheming, and they demanded to have their antics written.
That story became an 105,000 word epic sci-fi novel with a second half that is currently writing itself as the first did. But this post isn’t about Progeny; you’ll be hearing quite a lot about that in future blog posts. For now, suffice it to say, that Progeny is the tale that made me officially a writer and, after two and a half years writing, publishing, editing, and reading, I’ve found that I have quite a lot to say on the matter and I’m ready to share it with you.
Welcome and thank you for reading!