I wanted to be a writer since I was fourteen years old. I still have them, the stories I typed on my mom’s typewriter, painstakingly fixing mistakes with that white stuff I can’t remember the name of. They’re adorable, filled with teen angst and hopelessly romantic events. I smile every time I read them, because they’re so sweet…and they were the very first beginning of my writing career.
It took me a long time to get here, to realize my dream. I needed to learn, to grow in my craft, to become better. Then I got distracted by life, by the necessity to make money, by writing news articles, blogging, then a non-fiction book. The stories were always there, but I never felt quite ready.
Last year, something clicked. I wrote like crazy, and for the first time I knew I was ready. I was doing this.
Today, my first romance was released. I cannot tell you how much it means to me to see my book for sale on Amazon. It’s a rush like nothing else. I’m damn proud of myself for persevering, for not giving up, for realizing my dream, even if it took almost thirty years.
It’s done. I wrote and published a romance.
Trust me, No Filter will be the first of many.