As kids, we all had something that we really really wanted to be…an Olympic athlete, the president, a marine biologist, but for me I wanted to be a writer. For a kid who didn’t know how to read in English until I was nine, never did I think that I would actually become an author one day. But now that I’m here, I’m glad that I took the road less traveled and put the work into my passions.
When I was a kid, my parents moved us around just about every two years. It was almost routine that when that fall came around, it was time to move. Because of that, I found it hard to get into normal after school activities, which left me with a lot of time alone. So when I was nine, and was gifted an old typewriter, my world was changed forever.
Supplied with an endless supply of paper, from my loving mother, I wrote and wrote and wrote, perfecting my art….which, to be honest, was not an art form at all. Every time I made a mistake, knowing that my page would not come out perfect, I would pull out my page and start over once more. And eventually, I got the hang of it.
Fast forward many years, and now after writing for a homeschooling magazine, and writing two books, I could not be more grateful for the support from my mother. And now, as I continue on this journey of becoming a traditionally published author, with many works to come, I am extremely grateful for you, my readers, for your unending support.
I hope to be able to post consistently from here on out, with a blog post on every Friday, and a newsletter every Saturday. If you would like to sign up for the newsletter you can here. Or, if you would like a more in depth look at my behind the scenes work, you can join my street team below.
Thank you so much for joining me on this amazing journey, and I just look forward to getting to know all of you!
Until next week,