Endless Edits

I have always considered myself an artist. My mom will tell you that I've been drawing since I was two. I went to college and majored in Photography, promptly disregarding my degree as soon as I graduated.

Instead, I moved in with my boyfriend and worked in retail while he attended law school. Anyone with a modicum of drive and common sense can advance in the retail world and I was quickly promoted within my store, becoming a manager just before I tied the knot.

Having thus solidified my place as the breadwinner, when my husband got his first temporary position I decided to stay on and commute two to three hours every day. It was during this year that I decided to write a book. I was miserable due to my commute and writing became a way for me to think while waiting for traffic to inch itself along.

I realized that I enjoy writing far more than any other artistic endeavor. Though it was hard for me, my confidence grew with every well written scene.

Anywho, after that lost year of nothing but driving, my husband landed a great job in our home town and we moved back to be near family. I was able to transfer my position to another store and we subsequently moved three blocks from work so that I could walk.

Life was suddenly awesome. We bought our first home about six months later and had our first baby, a little girl, shortly thereafter.

I am still writing, but the process is mighty slow. I am fortunate enough to be able to stay home with my daughter, but her needs have pushed my writing career into small blocks of time (when she's napping).

My only regret is that I wish I found my love of writing sooner, so that I could have started earlier in life and perhaps even gone to college for it. Hindsight being what it is, it don't matter now, but I look forward to learning more and perhaps even publishing later in life.