I remember standing in my kitchen one day, most likely incessantly cleaning the white cabinets (I have a little OCD when it comes to my kitchen) and thinking to myself there is something more I should be doing.
That statement by no means implies I'm unhappy or unsatisfied in life. I have a wonderfully supportive and loving family. This was about me. I needed something more for me to satisfy an itch if you will.
Fast forward a few months, I finished reading the 50 Shades trilogy for the fourth time...bam it hits me. I was so inspired by E.L. James' interpretation of love and romance, I thought, I have a love story of my own that needs to come out.
Inspiration found me around every corner. Sitting in parking lots waiting for dance class to end or a hockey game to begin. Characters evolved and with every word I fell deeper in love with every one of them. They became extensions of me.
I remember the day I wrote the words "The End." I cried, and I knew I was hooked. Writing had become "my thing" The next chapter in my life, if you will. Sharing this love story seemed to be the next logical step. The wonderful women in my life are all no nonsense, no bullshit, so I knew their feedback and critiques would be constructive and come from the heart.
Now two years later and a few more love stories under my belt, and ready to share, I want to extend my love and my thanks to my family, my girls for their love and support. And to E.L. for your story, maybe one day I can touch the lives of others like the many you have.