I can’t say I’ve been addicted to books and reading from an early age like most authors; however, after I finish reading almost any book, I get in the habit of thinking in narrative form. “Kimberly paces down the frozen food aisle of the grocery store, hoping there are some decent sales on ice cream. She stops in front of the Edy’s section. A smile tugs at her lips: 2 for $6.00! ‘Could this day get any better?’ she asks herself.”
Anyway, one day in 2011 while I was doing said narrating, I thought, “Maybe I could write my own novel!” The next day at work I set off doing so. Location was easy. I had decided on the setting as soon as this crazy idea was born: London. London is my happy place, so surely my main character would feel the same way. I started writing with a kissing scene…in the rain. Then I added a dash of a few of my other favorite things: music, a metaphorical crossroad, and British accents.
The story came pretty easily. Three months later, I had a 101,000-word first draft. It needed A LOT of work, but I was hooked. Four years and about a dozen revisions later, I’m still determined to make my manuscript(s) end up someplace other than in a virtual folder on my computer. Sit tight. Eventually there’ll be a few more rain-soaked kissing scenes on the market!