I actually never expected to become a gazillionaire as a writer when I started writing. A good thing because I barely scrape by. No, I just wanted to get lost in my stories. They were my escape.
I always felt like the outsider in my family while growing up. Like maybe they did find me on the side of the road. My sisters used to tell me that story over and over again. I believed them, and it hurt. As I got older, I decided I kind of liked the idea.
I became a writer because of the stories I wanted to tell, but for me it was more than that. It was a validation of who I was as a human being. I was carving out my place in the world, and hopefully, leaving a mark in my own way.
Thankfully, I found a great group within RWA, which eventually disbanded, but these wonderful ladies (and the occasional male) gave me encouragement and the confidence to pursue my dream. I still remember that first meeting. It was at a restaurant. I drove around it four times before I got the courage to go inside. As soon as I walked through those doors and met this fabulous group of ,ladies, I knew I'd found exactly where I was supposed to be.
I'm blessed to have a wonderful husband who encourages me to dream, and two wonderful children (and their spouses) who are proud of what I do.
So, although I probably won't get rich, I'm living my dream and very thankful that I can.
Do you have a dream? Or are you living it?
Don't forget out monthly give away!