A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. . .
Okay, maybe not really another galaxy, but there’s always been speculation. 
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t write. I started writing poetry in grade school, was introduced to the short story in high school, and just kept going. My prose was mainly science fiction and fantasy, no surprise there because I was a voracious reader of both.
Somewhere along the way I got it in my head that I was meant to be a writer of short stories. The only problem was, my stories tended to be rather long. So I went through a period where I didn’t exactly abandon my writing, but I really didn’t take myself, or my writing seriously.
My turning point came when my husband’s Aunt had me transcribe a novel she’d written based on a true-life relationship she’d been in. It wasn’t destined to be a best seller, and it was written in long-hand, but the thing that got to me was, not only did she start this novel, she actually finished it.
I looked at my handful of stories, my abandoned novels, and realized that it was time to fish or cut bait. I needed a change of attitude. If I didn’t believe in myself, who would?
For the last couple of years I’ve taken my writing more seriously. I started a blog. I joined an on-line writer’s forum. I started writing poetry again. I discovered the joy of flash fiction, finding an outlet for some of my darker ideas. And I’m on the final edits of my first novel.
