Dreams. That’s a big word. It can mean so many things, and it’s so personal; it can morph and change from minute to minute depending on the person daring to dream. When I was young, I loved to escape and find my dreams in books, the stories fueling the imagination, transporting me from my bedroom into stories in my hands, the worlds created in the minds of the writers who found a way to share their dreams with the rest of us. Dreams in our younger years are precious, but more often than not, they fall away or get tucked into a corner to be forgotten and become a wish unfulfilled, or maybe even one day a regret. For me, those authors from my childhood, whether I knew it or not, shaped my aspirations and hopes of what I could become if I was only given a chance. When we grow up, and life intervenes, derailing our plans, and we end up in places never intended, I have realized that it’s still not too late. I think of my life in phases, and there have been many phases taking me on long and amazing adventures, but no matter where life took me, that little kid I once was still whispered in my ear reminding me that not so long ago I had wanted to be something I never believed would come to pass. But last year, after a long and surprising journey, despite the odds, it did. I became a writer. A published writer, and when I sold my first book, I became a professional. An author. The road to finishing a novel can be a long, arduous one that truly requires so much help, guidance, and support. The steps it took to polish Power Divided floored me with the sheer volume of boxes that had to be checked. There were points along the way when I felt out of my depth and had to make a choice. Give up or learn and finish this. Luckily, I’m stubborn, and as the bookshelf across from my desk holding prints of my first novel can attest to, I did it. I finished. The day the books arrived at my doorstep, I hurried them into my house, tearing the cardboard box open until I was holding that tangible, solid evidence in my hands. It was no longer just a dream, a file on the computer, the book was real. I flipped through the pages and found myself reading the words I had written, revised, and read hundreds of times, but somehow, seeing the printed words in front of me was like seeing Power Divided with new eyes. At first, it was disbelief, then relief, and eventually, there was pride when it hit me. I wrote this. Power Divided, my debut novel, the first in a trilogy, more than lived up to the dream of that the little girl I once was.
As the world of writing is in a state of evolution, a world built on social media and sharing, I decided that I wanted to share things that I didn’t want just anyone to read. I wanted to share with the people who chose to join Violet and me in this universe the people of Amera live in. And I knew the best place for me would not be on Facebook or Instagram. So welcome to my own piece of real estate on the World Wide Web.
In future posts to come, I hope to share that journey traveled, and the ones still to come. I look forward to the opinions and feedback from you, the readers, or just sharing my thoughts and progress on Book 2 of the Evolutionaries Series.
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