I have a voice. It had laid dormant, well not dormant, just unpublicized. Through the quiet moments it has grown, gaining momentum until now, I have many completed novels. The first of which will come out sometime this year. (Broken Smiles)
My love of writing started when I was very young with my first stapled book called the Red Balloon. In junior high my depth grew as I was introduced to the poem The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. To this day it is still one of my favorite poems. Here’s a treat, better then chocolate, if you haven’t heard of it. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171940
In high school when I received my drivers license, freedom was granted. I skipped many classes in school (this was before attendance effected your grade). With pen and paper in hand, I escaped the concrete jungle and headed for the mountains. Among the applauding Aspens and the patient Pines, I can honestly say I found my voice. Journals, sketchbooks, and boxes are full of my dapples and drawings.
In college I gained experiences that changed my life and my writing. I don’t have a long list of degrees in creative writing and English. No, instead I decided to travel. Those experiences have been fuel for my stories and they gave me a far greater (for me) education.
Through the depth of true love and motherhood, I now have confidence behind my words.
I am on a journey to expose my voice. It is not easy for me to do. Even though I love to interact and meet new people, I guard the inner workings of my brain. I guard my family. I guard my feelings at times.
I have heard it said that if you want to be an Author (which I do) and you are uncomfortable in social media (which I am) then you are in the wrong business. I am warming up to it and actually I have found that there is an incredible community of people just like me. I hope you join me on my journey of writing novels and the experiences I go through to finally become . . . publicized.