I did not grow up with the dream of becoming a writer. In fact, I never considered myself an “English” type. I liked cheerleading, boys, my friends, and Drama. Not Lindsay Lohan style of drama, more the Shakespeare ingénue.
It wasn’t until my early thirties, at my best friend’s Christmas party, that the idea of writing became a dream. Standing with my glass of “spicy” Christmas Punch, prepared by my best friend, who takes great pride in his punch by the way, we began a deep discussion about the recent phenomenon known as TWILIGHT. My friend and I discussed, at length, my love for Edward, our ever changing mood for Bella, and his fascination with a hunky, shirtless werewolf. He then said to me, “You know, that story is very simple. A tale as old as time, much like Romeo and Juliet…written with the same formula.” We discussed further, not realizing the first stone in my writing “dream” had just been laid. We continued to discuss the juxtaposition of Stephenie Meyer’s Mormon background and dark fascination with the undead. Then he said it. I’ll never forget the words…
“They say, every person has at least ONE good story to tell. It’s just taking the time to sit down and write it.”
Que: heavenly music, glitter of starlight, and swirling thoughts of romance. And no, it wasn’t the special Christmas punch. It was my new dream… my epiphany. I would write my ONE story.