Since I was a young child, I was enthralled with the world of stories. Fairytales, mysteries, dramas, it didn’t matter. When I was a young, I explored the world of babysitting clubs, tales that gave me goosebumps, commiserated with bratty little sisters. Roald Dahl, RL Stine and Beverly Cleary were my escape. I was inspired by these stories and started to write my own. As I grew into my adult years, the reading bug never left me, and I lost myself in the worlds of J.R.R. Tolkien, George R.R. Martin and Neil Gaiman. The need to write held its grip on me too. I got married and had a family, and though life continuously changed around me, my desire to write only intensified. So I gave in.
An afternoon on the computer and an idea to write a story for my bookworm daughter, turned into something unexpected. I was staring at a desktop image of Lake Louise and the ideas flooded. I couldn’t contain the story to the two dozen pages of a children’s book and Moonstone was born. I have spent a few years ironing out a decent outline and then last year, during NaNoWriMo, I was able to really get the story started. Recently, I finished my first draft. I am excited to say that this story, my first novel, will be released later this year. At least that’s the hope. And I hope you’ll join me on this journey.