At age thirteen, I saw the movie Stand by Me and became convinced that I would write novels for a living. I convinced my parents to buy me a typewriter and immediately began cranking out page after page of adolescent fantasy. I wrote almost every day of my teenage years.
I attended the University of Colorado and majored in English with an emphasis in creative writing. Still convinced that fiction was my calling, I gave little thought to the marketability of my degree and instead focused on my craft (alright, I focused on my social life, girls and my craft but it was a close third.)
Upon graduation, something strange happened. I stopped writing fiction. I continued to write. In fact, my language skills became the foundation of my career (more on that in business below), but my motivation to write fiction disappeared. Looking back, I believe I was afraid.
My fear could be attributed to many causes. I realized how difficult it is to make a living as a writer and dreaded living as a pauper for years waiting for my break. I learned, through writing personal stories with friends and family as characters, how your portrayal of acquaintances can affect your relationship with them. I was scared, beyond all else, of being told that I had no talent and nothing to offer.
Recently, I returned to writing fiction and have committed myself to rehabilitating my craft and making up for lost time. I am currently writing a novel and have started this blog as an outlet for my creative efforts.