It all started when I was roughly 12years old.
When I was in sixth grade, we were learning about WWII in history class when my history teacher got a brilliant idea. She decided that instead of telling us what the soldiers were going through, to instead have us become the soldiers and be in their shoes. The way she made us do that was by pretending to be a soldier writing home to his parents during Christmas time. I don’t know why, but I found this to be easy, fun and I enjoyed doing it. I enjoyed doing it so much that I kept doing it at home, and that was my gateway to writing.
Soon after I received my first composition notebook, which was supposed to be for note-taking at school, but I used it as a journal instead. I would mostly write about how my day was, as is with most teenagers, but every once in a while I would let a poem out or write a letter to some random person I would make up. As I got older, the journaling continued and characters starting developing and eventually begged and begged to come out, but at the time I was unable to release them into the world.
Instead, I wrote poetry for a time and in a lot of ways this helped me grow as a writer and as a person, but I still wasn’t ready to let the characters in my head speak because I wasn’t ready to write the story. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t make a story.
Then I discovered fan-fiction.
And not just any fan-fiction, I discovered Twilight fan-fiction.
Now, for most people who read Twilight fan-fiction at the tail end of reading the books or watching the movies, they wanted a continuation of the story. Wanting to see how Jacob and Renesmee ended up, or just whatever adventures Bella and Edward could get into. That wasn’t the case for me. I actually found these stories quite boring, but I was still intrigued by how these borrowed characters could be used for one’s own story. Then I discovered there was a genre solely dedicated to the mafia.
Now I was never one for the mafia or the dark side of romance, at least I never realized I was. But I discovered a mafia-related fan-fiction that literally pulled me in and I refused to find my way out.
I was hooked!
I would obsess over these stories, read them day and night. Honestly, I couldn’t get enough. Then one day I got the bright idea that if they could do it, then I could do it.
So I did.
I wrote my first fan-fiction, which was very poorly written, insanely cheesy, and took me four years to write. In all honestly I didn’t really expect anything to come of it. I just wanted to see how burrowed characters could speak to me and if I could get my original characters to do the same.
Well, the unexpected happened, people read it. And not only did they read it, but they liked it. I realized I could write a story with these borrowed characters and people would actually read it like it. Talk about being shell-shocked.
However, I still wasn’t able to release my own characters.
I wanted to. I had ideas in my head going left and right, but I couldn’t find a way to put it to paper, no matter what I did, and it wasn’t until I had this conversation with my husband that I discovered why.
I realized it was all because of him that my characters speak to me now and it was my journaling that kept me from being able to release my characters into this world.
You see, I had a really tough life that I’m not going to get into, and journaling was my way of coping. It was my outlet; it allowed me to function as a human being and not wallow around like a robot. However, I had no idea that journaling about my sorrows and writing stories at the same time was not an option for me. I can’t explain why, but my brain will only allow for one, not for both.
Then one day I no longer wanted to journal that way. I didn’t want to journal because I didn’t need to. I was no longer depressed, therefore I don’t need an outlet because I’m happy.
I became happy the day I started dating my husband. So I guess you can say he was my cure, because soon after the journaling stopped, my characters, my stories, were finally ready to come to light.
So here I am, married, just finished my first book, working on my second book while raising my son and new daughter and life has never been better.
I write what feels right and my first story is all about finding that second chance that you’d never thought you’d get. No, not mafia-related, but that doesn’t mean I won’t go down that road someday. For now, though, I hope you enjoy my debut novel along with the content I’ll have for you on my site, and you keep coming back. Because these characters have been waiting a very long time to make their voices heard, and I’m finally able to give them their chance.
So make sure you don’t miss out on what they have to say.