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 gay 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 gay romance.
Trust me, No Filter will be the first of many.
Here to be your cheerleader and to thank you for being so inspiring. Looking forward to the rest of the series!
Ow, thank you! Your support means a lot to me.