I knew I wanted to be a writer before I knew how to read...
When I was little there were these three wooden tiles up on my wall. One was of a little girl and a little boy, another was a cardinal - the bird, not the religious figure, and the other was a house (I think). And I remember seeing lines underneath them. They were bent into shapes and I would look at them and wonder what they meant because I knew they had to mean something. I also knew I wanted to create them. In 2021 and 2022 I coauthored two international best sellers, which were more marketing tools for my business than the expression of my dream. Then in 2023 I published a children's book. Still not the story I want to tell. Now, I'm revisiting my novel. The one I sent 5,000 words to a 22x bestselling author and she replied back, "You may just have the next 50 shades of..." That was 2017... and the moment I stopped writing. This is such a vulnerable thing to share, but I know that if I am near the end of my life, that not publishing my book would be my greatest regret. So here we are in 2026, nowhere near the end, and I'm committing to completing it. I've got 15,000 words. My goal is 90,000. Being on this storyteller's path, figuratively and literally, is such a blessing and I am grateful to be here with all of you. Here's to our dreams of being expressed. 🥰