Letters from the Author

I wasn’t always a writer.

Many authors claim that they have been writing since (insert young age here) and have had a love of books since (another equally young age), but that’s not my story. Here is my appalling truth.

My household wasn’t one to encourage reading. I read what was required of me by my teachers and rarely  more than that. I didn’t start writing until I was thirteen. I began in poetry which revolved heavily around my angst and feelings of inadequacy as a human being. I won’t say I had a great childhood. It could have been worse, much worse in fact, so I am grateful that it wasn’t, but it wasn’t an emotional cakewalk.

I won’t go into the “woe is me” file, because my childhood is over. Just understand that’s where my writing started and my teacher saved my life. I’ve told her as such because I really am grateful for the life I lead now. It’s not the most glamorous, but it’s mine and I’m happy, and that’s what counts.

I didn’t develop a desire to read for pleasure until my late teens. I didn’t become a glutton for the written word until my early twenties. My first series into reading wasn’t Harry Potter or some other well received series. It should have been but it wasn’t. I read Twilight. Why? Because it was so popular at the time and I worked in a book store. I quickly moved on to other series and eventually found my way to paranormal romance and erotica genre. I rarely read books from other genres.

Yes, I am an unrepentant genrephobe and I am not a fan of the standalone *shudder*.

The life I lead now revolves heavily around writing and reading. I have six writing apps, three reading apps, and two word count trackers on my phone/tablet. I have a desperate need to be able to write and read. It is important that I am able to create and read on a whim. Honestly, if someone said I’m not allowed to do either for the rest of my life I don’t have a clue what my life would look like.

Luckily no one has uttered those terrible words to me, because my life without the written word would be an awful life indeed.

Advertisements