As I type the word ‘honestly’ I tend to think of Austin Powers. Since I’ve decided to be honest, I must admit that I didn’t love Austin Powers. It was me and like six other people in Michigan who didn’t like it.
I recently published a the first book in my Constant Pull series. I hate to admit how many hours (including this one) that I spent writing that book while my four year old climbed all over me. Yet, it had to be done. I realized in one heart stopping moment that I’d spent a lifetime ignoring all the signs that I loved to write. Can you imagine? When I looked back at some of the signs, I felt just plain dumb.
I started writing Constant Pull when I was pregnant with that same four-year-old. The idea just struck me one day. I sat admiring Jean Luc Picard as Star Trek TNG played quietly on the television and came up with a string of What Ifs that wouldn’t soon leave me. The coolest part of those What Ifs was that they had children of their own.
Writing is a peculiar thing to me. It’s a little world that I made and only I know exactly what I meant for it to look like. Coming from a technical career, this is crazy cool. My favorite part is hearing what other people think it should look like. Creativity proliferates.