I love books. I love reading them and I love writing them.
Actually, I can’t remember a time I wasn’t doing one or the other.
Way, way back in early elementary school, I printed my books on notebook paper, gave them crayon illustrations, and construction paper covers. My mother kept them for years: Lucky the Dog, The Lost Uranium Mine, and The Mystery of the Old Yellow House.
My stories became a little more sophisticated as I started high school, with plots involving peer pressure and young love. There was nothing more fun for me to buy than a thick, college ruled, spiral notebook, and fill it with characters and their adventures.
Not too much writing was done over the next several years. Marriage, kids, and a dairy farm came along.
It wasn’t until the cows were sold and the kids were in high school that I decided to pursue writing as a career. I joined Pennwriters Inc., an organization which offers support, workshops and conferences, and critique groups for writers of all genres.
My first short story was published, with a small press and I’ve been growing and moving forward ever since.
Folks began asking me to read their manuscripts. I’d offer my thoughts and make suggestions, but I was never sure if my comments were helpful or if the writer understood how to fix the things I pointed out.
Then I discovered book coaching. Book coaches are not editors. Instead, a book coach is a writer’s personal trainer. Coaches get to be there on the journey with a writer, to support them through the ups and downs, and help them create that book of their heart.
When I’m not writing or coaching, I might be out for a walk with my German Shepherd, Henry, or curled up on the couch with a good book and my cat, Goof.
Take Care and Best Wishes,