The Second Draft

I was in Spain on vacation with my husband recently when we decided to do one of those ultra touristy three countries in one day tours. I remember cutting through the Pyrenees mountains on our way to  Ax-Thermal, France and thinking this is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen! Stretching more than 400 km it was easy to get an overwhelming sense of smallness. God forbid something were to happen to the tiny bus I was riding in, would I be able to find my way to the nearest form of civilization? Those feelings of being overwhelmed and alone is how I feel as I write the second draft of my novel. 

High Tide in Tucson

It was my first class at Marylhurst University, the general writing class every department requires you to take to ensure you've attained basic skills required to survive the remainder of college. Part of my required reading was Barbara Kingsolver’s High Tide in Tucson, a national bestselling book of personal essay from Now or Never.

A Writer Stuck in the Corporate World

Ever since I was a little girl, I had always dreamed of becoming a writer. I believe I was six years old when I started writing little stories and jotting down my thoughts in my Little Mermaid diary. 
Sometimes my diary stories would be true, my life but other times they would be products of my imagination. I was always a story teller and looking back now I wonder how anyone believed anything I said. I was bored of my every day life so I would tell these tall tales and even create a fictional family which made for a more interesting life. To say I had a wild imagination would have been an understatement. I spent a good portion of my time gazing out the window daydreaming, rather than focusing on the lessons being taught in class.