14 Years in the Making

It has been one week exactly since I wrote the ending cliffhanger of my first novel.

I've been writing in some form or another since I was 13, living back home in Arkansas, and enjoying the awesomeness of a shiny, new home computer. I started off with a dab at poetry, but never really proved a talent in that area (atleast I didn't think so). So, I segued into writing prose about the kind of life and situations my junior high mind wanted to have. In fact--for a little while--I had a group of friends that would circulate similar, fantastical stories, using up precious notebook pages that probably should've gone to my schoolwork. I guess one could say that was my first foray into a writer's group. 

If only I could say my lunch money went to dues instead of the candy line...but, I digress.

After my friends moved away from our silly writing endeavor, I continued to make up stories. However, the farthest I managed was a shoddy horror story that only made it over a hundred pages on Word because my child mind was sceptical that the program could get there (if only that kid could see the 300+ page monster I've created now!).

Needless to say, fourteen years later, I finally have a good, complete product on my hands. Though Hunter isn't the piece I would've pegged to be the first, I couldn't be happier or feel luckier to at least have something out of my "working on" category. Now, I can move it to "editing".

Which brings me to my purpose in this...
I have a lot of work ahead of me to get to where I would like to be, a slew of ideas that may one day be my core writing catalogue, and a blemished story that needs to be cleaner for a publisher's eyes. But, along the way, I don't want to forget any of it and I know of a few friends who would love to follow my pursuit.

So, here's to the start of my dreams......

*Kayla*