I have been writing for as long as I can remember. When I was a child you would often find me cooped up in one of the large chairs in the living room, my bed, or weirdly enough propped inside a door frame (don’t ask me how that was comfortable…) reading book after book without pause.
My younger sister and I would spend a week or two at my grandmother’s apartment each summer where we enjoyed too much candy from the little bakery downstairs and more books than one could ever read. It’s where I first read The Little Prince and wrote down half of the book into my quote collection. It’s where I first read The Diary of a Young Girl – albeit years later than The Little Prince and it is where I typed up my first story on my grandmother’s ancient PC with a yellowed keyboard from her chain-smoking. It was a story about a young cigarette called Phillip (inspired by my grandmother’s cigarette brand of choice) who went on an adventure to avoid certain death by fire. Let’s just say I had a vivid imagination.
One of my most memorable moments as a writer was standing in front of everyone at my best friend’s funeral in my early teenage years. It probably wasn’t much better than the rest of my childhood explorations into writing but it helped mend the gaping hole on my inside and gave some strength to the people who were listening. It is when I first realized just how much power words hold.
With the help of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, as well as Bilbo, Dwalin, Balin, Kili, Fili, and the like, I began writing fantasy novels and short stories. Most prominently – and most embarrassingly – among them a sequel to the Lord of the Rings where Smeagol survives and sheds Gollum. Ah well, we’ve all been down the fanfiction rabbit hole.
It was years before I finally went on to original work and even longer until I ever finished anything. In 2016 I finished the last sentence of Chase, book one in the Willow trilogy. A few weeks after moving to New Zealand in 2018, I finally finished the second book of the series after a year-long struggle with one stupid chapter that didn’t want to be written. I aim to finish book three in 2020. Constant Vigilance!