I'm going to keep this short and sweet...kind of.
I grew up, and still live in, what I consider, the most beautiful place on Earth. I love British Columbia, and Vancouver will always be the place I call home. When I was a little girl, I wanted to try just about everything—and I did. I played Hardball, Softball (when the boys got too rough), Ringette, rode horses, Volleyball, Basketball and I even took a few years of Karate (Ninja, I am not). I found Yoga and Gymnastics super fun, and I'm proud to say that I can do a back-handspring. All of these activities came and went with the seasons, and so did my interest. When I moved on from an activity, I never looked back, only forward to the next venture (in a nut shell, I spun the wheel, thinking, what should I try next?). However, there was one particular hobby that stuck like glue, surviving my child and teenage-hood (and keeping me up until the wee hours of the dawn on a few occasions), and allowing me to get all of my thoughts and feelings out in the open: writing. I wrote in a diary for years; it wasn't until I was on my second maternity leave that I realized I wanted to start writing down the stories that were taking up a little too much space in my head (is there such thing as writer's brain??)—not to mention a certain malion that couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. I just wanted something to give my children and my husband, so that I could say one day, "Hey look, I wasn't just a working mom, I did this, too!"
On Mother's Day in 2010, we went to visit my husband's mother (who has now since passed away) and she saw me looking overwhelmed with two young babes. When she asked me if I was taking time for myself, I said, "I try." She then raised her eyebrow and replied, "You're a mother, but you're still you. Don't forget to follow your dreams and try new things, because you only live once." Little did she know that I'd been contemplating writing a story for months; and it was totally coincidental, but for some reason, I felt like she somehow knew. I actually had goosebumps when she said it. Gosh, I miss her so much...
Two weeks later, I sat down and began writing the first draft of Beneath the Surface, which I knew in my heart, could be nothing other than a paranormal/fantasy romance—much thanks to Disney and the princesses, I am obsessed with paranormal and fantasy (but in a great way). And because of the loving support of my family and friends (especially you, Mom and Dad), I've got an entire series that's just aching to be keyed. The hardest part right now, is finding the time, but I'll get there. I plan on it.
Okay, that's all. This was supposed to be short and sweet, so I'm holding the horses here.
I grew up, and still live in, what I consider, the most beautiful place on Earth. I love British Columbia, and Vancouver will always be the place I call home. When I was a little girl, I wanted to try just about everything—and I did. I played Hardball, Softball (when the boys got too rough), Ringette, rode horses, Volleyball, Basketball and I even took a few years of Karate (Ninja, I am not). I found Yoga and Gymnastics super fun, and I'm proud to say that I can do a back-handspring. All of these activities came and went with the seasons, and so did my interest. When I moved on from an activity, I never looked back, only forward to the next venture (in a nut shell, I spun the wheel, thinking, what should I try next?). However, there was one particular hobby that stuck like glue, surviving my child and teenage-hood (and keeping me up until the wee hours of the dawn on a few occasions), and allowing me to get all of my thoughts and feelings out in the open: writing. I wrote in a diary for years; it wasn't until I was on my second maternity leave that I realized I wanted to start writing down the stories that were taking up a little too much space in my head (is there such thing as writer's brain??)—not to mention a certain malion that couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. I just wanted something to give my children and my husband, so that I could say one day, "Hey look, I wasn't just a working mom, I did this, too!"
On Mother's Day in 2010, we went to visit my husband's mother (who has now since passed away) and she saw me looking overwhelmed with two young babes. When she asked me if I was taking time for myself, I said, "I try." She then raised her eyebrow and replied, "You're a mother, but you're still you. Don't forget to follow your dreams and try new things, because you only live once." Little did she know that I'd been contemplating writing a story for months; and it was totally coincidental, but for some reason, I felt like she somehow knew. I actually had goosebumps when she said it. Gosh, I miss her so much...
Two weeks later, I sat down and began writing the first draft of Beneath the Surface, which I knew in my heart, could be nothing other than a paranormal/fantasy romance—much thanks to Disney and the princesses, I am obsessed with paranormal and fantasy (but in a great way). And because of the loving support of my family and friends (especially you, Mom and Dad), I've got an entire series that's just aching to be keyed. The hardest part right now, is finding the time, but I'll get there. I plan on it.
Okay, that's all. This was supposed to be short and sweet, so I'm holding the horses here.
