It wasn't until my twins were born and morphed into living, breathing, creatures, who talked in stereo, and touched all my stuff with their Inspector Gadget hands, that I took to writing. In an effort to silence Dora the Explorer's voice in my head, I began writing my first paranormal romance. It was bad. Since I lived in bush Alaska, I didn't realize there was a whole writing community waiting to embrace me. After seventeen years in the bush, we finally moved to the big city. I spent the first three weeks enjoying the flush toilet, fast internet, and driving by Walmart just to make sure it was still there.
Soon I found Romance Writers of America and my life changed. Next came the AK chapter where I am the current Vice President. I joined Futuristic, Fantasy and Paranormal RWA. I began going to meetings and learning how to actually write. It quickly became apparent that I didn't know the first thing about writing or selling my story. Developing thick skin came next as my critique partners lovingly trashed my writing. They're the best. I even went to my first conference.
It's been three years since I began this journey and there are a few things that I know for sure: