My plan for my life has always been to be a writer. When I was 5, I copied every word from my bedtime story books onto bright neon paper. Technically, yes, it was plagiarism. But for me, it was my first great attempt at my own grand novel. I was pretty thrilled with my books, with these stories that boasted giant scribbles, flipped letters, and a lack of spacing between each word.
As time passed, my inspiration became pretty scattered. I was obsessed with the afternoon cartoon series, Batman: The Animated Series. And Dick Tracy. And the X-Files.I came by my obsession honestly. I blame my family for my love of sci-fi and oddness. They steeped me in (among many other things) P.G. Wodehouse, Star Wars, and 1940s serial movies, some of which bordered on outlandish, but all of which had an air of mystery and adventure.
I kept on writing through elementary and high school – from starting a newsletter that circulated among my friends (I called it The Recipe Page), to writing a Dawson’s Creek fanfic (my own, G-rated version) for my best friends. The story was very high school-ish: lots of cute boys, and annoying parent/authorities who grounded the misunderstood teenagers on unfair circumstances, and BFFs who totally understood one another’s plights.
The fact that others wanted to read what came out of my imagination only spurred me on. Still, I kept my Batman/Dick Tracy/X-Files short stories for myself, filling up about 12 spiral notebooks with my musings.
My time spent as an editor for my college paper gave me an appreciation for non-fiction, especially since it proved the adage about fact being stranger than fiction. That, combined with the odd jobs I held over the following years, definitely took my fiction in a more interesting direction. The memoirs of authors like Annie Dillard and Nora Ephron inspired me to record my observations. Combining that with my love for quirky detective stories gave me the jumping off point to write what I love.
Which was, and is still, quite the melting pot.
After college, though, life seemed to dictate my time, so I wrote less and less. You know those seasons in life? You’ve got that dream and you’re pursuing it, but then life — maybe, God — demands your focus for a while. But He doesn’t let you forget your dream. He reminds you that He gave it to you and always for a reason.
I know this because He placed folks around me who never allowed me to forget. Because of them, I wound up attending a writer’s conference in the summer of 2009. I went just to see if I could summon my love of writing again. There, I met people like me — lots of interests, life experiences that had shaped them, and stories on their hearts. I began writing once more, encouraged by the connections I’d made with these other writers and their affirmation that this, yes, this was a worthwhile pursuit.
In 2011, I met three girls my age at the conference. It “just so happened” they had “Wichita, KS” printed on their name tags. Wichita was the very place where this Colorado native was going to be moving after my marriage to a handsome airman later that year. I approached the girls, asking about the area.
What I thought would be a quick conversation about Kansas turned into discovering new friends with lots of common ground between us. A God-thing, to be sure. Another neon sign showing me that my marriage might’ve been what was moving me from my beloved be-mountained home, but God already had plans for me when I reached my destination.
They invited me to be a part of their writing group, and after a few more conferences and lots of critique group meetings, it’s still clear that this is my dream for a reason – whether I land a book deal with my currently untitled Steampunk/Alternate History work-in-progress, or if I just continue to spin tales for my young daughter to read when she is older.
No matter what, I want what I write to be an encouragement for her to always pursue the dreams she’s given.
Anyway, that’s me – a wandering Coloradan, mama and wife, and author of things that make me happy and will hopefully make a difference in the world.
Because what kind of dream, once realized, just keeps to itself? Our own human spirits naturally rejoice when others’ goals are fulfilled, because isn’t that what we all hope will happen for our own dreams?
So stay tuned, friends. This small press wants to offer quality story-telling through books that leave you wanting more. And if you have a story to tell, let us know!
We’ll have a short story contest kicking off June 1st, this year – enter, and if yours is one of the finalists, we will compile it into an anthology at the end of the year. It’s a great way to get your name out there and, if nothing else, to keep pursuing your dreams!
What are some of your dreams? Were they inspired by your childhood imaginary friends found in books, movies and tv shows?