I won my first writing contest when I was eight with a sweet little poem about my dog.
The first time I was published I was eighteen. It was a sweet little short story about my cat.
The second time I was published… I was not 28, nor was it about my pet goldfish. I was actually 30, and it was a romance set in New Orleans (though horses and doves were involved). In fact, that was how I won my first computer!
Then (dramatic music in D minor) I got sick. At the time I didn’t think anything good could ever come of something like that, but it gave me loads of free time and a brand new perspective.
Now? it’s time to publish some of this stuff.