Waking up after one morning, I finally thought I should write out that crazy dream I'd just had. So I did. Jumbled words of angels, demons, and a prophesied girl tied into it all started my long-haul writing. To be honest, I've been writing my entire life but I never put much merit into it. As a kid, I made storybooks and boy band weekly newsletters for my classmates and even drew the photos of my childrens' storybook about a frog wanting to do great things. I was doing both things I loved: art and crafting a story. Those things carried with me through my life. Though I could never draw, I found I was pretty decent in digital art and web design. By the time I reached high school, I worked on the school newspaper and my only form of writing was "woe is me" poetry and school articles. My journalism teacher repeatedly told me that I should get into creative writing of some sort. Being a teen that had other thoughts and plans, I ignored her advice.
Well, it only took seven years for her words to sink in. That angel/demon story took a long time to write and finish. However, I did finish and I felt pretty darn good about it. Especially since my past attempts at writing fiction pieces were often soon discarded after the first chapter. I was striving for YA, my characters were young, there was romance, but I blushed considerably anytime I thought about writing certain words of the male or female anatomy. After I finished that novel, I sat it aside to write the next big idea. Soon I had three fully-written novels on my computer, one YA and the other two were Urban Fantasies. They were also, three fully-written pieces of crap or my cannon fodder novels, as I call them. Thinking I really had something, I subbed them out, got a few partial request, but a slew of nos.
My spirit wasn't crushed, I knew I was missing something with my writing, and I was determined to find out what it was. I continued forward, writing another nonsexual UF piece with a male lead. I soon noticed something…I missed the passion and desires. I enjoyed making people fall in love in a story and in my other books there was usually a guy or two wanting the same girl but not many happily ever afters in a single book. At this point, I switched from reading YA and UF books and dove head first into reading romances. I can't tell you what my first book was because I submerged myself in the romance genre so much that year. I met a great writer friend that doubled as an editor. She taught me things and I finally learned what I was doing wrong with my writing. And before long, I signed a contract on my first story. It took three years after my dream for it to happen but I'm glad it finally did.
As far as my romance writing, one thing stuck with me...my love for the otherworldly. Since I love UF novels, reading a paranormal or fantasy romance is like my kryptonite. My writing soon became geared toward fantasy, paranormal, and contemporary romance. While I made the transition in my writing, I carve a new path for myself every day. I soon stopped blushing every time I wrote special words and no, those old works will not likely ever see the light of day. I like to think of them as stepping stones, the learning foundation that helped guide me in the direction that I take today. A direction that can be wild and at times unsafe for any of my characters.
♦ There is usually a character or two in every book named after a street/city or a dog that I've met or groomed.
♦ Even though rock music sparks the life of my characters, I edit to Josh Groban.
♦ I am a Grobanite.
♦ I'm a villain lovin' gal, so I generally fall for the bad guy, instead of the hero.
♦ I have a soft spot for men with long hair.