When I was around 10 years old I told my family I was going to write books. I was deep into Judy Blume at the time. They patted my head. "You tell the best stories," they said. But convincing your mother you won a puppy in a school spelling bee (Yes that really happened) and actually putting words on paper, lots of words, is entirely different. Somewhere along life’s journey my first dream and reality parted ways. I started as an English major and, after much abuse from friends and family, switched to the "oh so practical" field of graphic design, earning a B.F.A from the Massachusetts College of Art. When I was laid off from my sure-bet job in what I believed was a solid field, I jumped at the opportunity to follow my first passion, throwing myself into writing with every minute unfortunately and miraculously afforded me. My “if not now, then when” moment surfaced, and I latched onto it like a life preserver. Programmed as a designer to tell stories in pictures, I had to learn how to write all over again, starting with an idea, a character, a dilemma; the possibilities were endless. I survived writing the first novel relatively unscathed and infinitely more informed. I’m off on a journey to plot and write a sequel, as well as a whole new novel. Join me for the ride and witness just how many brain cells I might lose along the way. And if you’re in the same boat, by all means, grab an oar and let’s paddle through the process together. You know where I’m docked.