Growing up to be a writer wasn’t always my first choice. Actually, my first choice was to go to college to become a Gypsy. In my defense, I was 7 and my favorite movie was The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
I grew up a little more when I turned 10, and I set my sights on becoming a writer. I would write about anything and everything. I was that really weird kid who got excited every time a teacher assigned an essay, and I always wrote over the word/page limit.
I got sidetracked as I grew older (you can count my “declared major” of Veterinary Medicine as proof of that), but I eventually found my way back to writing.
Now I’m hoping to finish my first draft by the end of the year. Wish me luck?