By the end of those two weeks, I’d nearly filled the diary’s pages. I was hooked!
As a teen, the urge to write grew stronger within me. I would wake up through the night to scribble down a scene or a line of poetry. I just *had* to create something. As I grew older, I spent more and more time reading and writing. I would drive hours to meet with other writers or to hear an author speak, and I would spend just as many hours writing and rewriting something.
During my second year in college (the first time around!), I was supposed to write a paper about eminent Victorians, but what I actually wrote was the beginning chapter of a romance novel. It became my very first manuscript, which I sold to Kensington Publishing at the age of 24.
Since then, 12 other romance novels have followed, as well as dozens of magazine articles (and — finally! — a bachelor’s degree in English that took me seven long years to earn).
Today, I’m still pursuing my passion for words, sentence rhythm, and stories. I’ve tried *not* to write. My life would probably be far simpler, lol! But I always come back to it. The fact is, writing brings me great joy.