When I was young and people asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I really didn’t have a clue.
For a very brief period of time in middle school, I wanted to be a corporate attorney. To this day, I don’t know where I got that foolishness. Maybe I heard the term on some TV show and thought it sounded cool.
Fortunately, that was only a phase and the whole corporate law nonsense passed quickly. I’m not overly fond of attorneys, so it’s hard to fathom that I considered being one, even for a moment.
In high school, I decided I wanted to be a social scientist. I’m not sure how I arrived at that goal either, but it was probably because that one sociology class I took was easier than algebra, physics, chemistry and English.
Basically, I chose a major using the process of elimination. How could that possibly go wrong?
So I went to college and majored in sociology. Graduation day drew near, and I began looking for work. I learned a shocking fact: You can’t get a good research job with just a bachelor’s degree in sociology.
I was a little on the lazy side back then. Rather than apply to colleges that offered a master’s degree in sociology, I got a master’s in counseling at the school I was attending, mainly because the application process was easy since I was already a student there.
Upon completing my master’s degree, I discovered a huge problem with my chosen career path. I didn’t want to spend my days listening to other people’s problems.
I didn’t let that minor detail keep me from getting a job in the counseling field. As you can probably guess, my level of satisfaction with the job wasn’t very high.
Over the years, I moved from one field to another—social services, juvenile justice and adult corrections, with an occasional part-time research job thrown in. I never found that perfect, fulfilling job.
Now, after a couple decades of trial and error with my career, I’m happy to say that I’ve decided what I want to be when I grow up—a successful fiction writer.
While I don’t know how that corporate law thing came about, and the research scientist plan was somewhat of a whim, I’m completely aware of where I got the dream to be a writer.
It was in the fall of 2008. I was lying in bed unable to sleep—as usual. The thought came to me out of nowhere to write about a psychic matchmaker who works out of her friend’s office.
Initially, I blew the writing thing off. I had no desire to write books. When I had to write ten-page papers for class, I went into meltdown mode, knowing I’d get to page six and be out of ideas. How the heck was I going to write an entire book?
Somehow, I got the first draft of Doesn’t Take a Crystal Ball completed. It took about four months…and it was a very long book. I ended up cutting some scenes before posting it online.
I have mostly completed my second e-book, A Psychic Couldn’t See It. The book is available on Amazon, but I’m not entirely satisfied with it. I’m revising it and hope to get the new version online in March.
I’ve started my third e-book in the series, Visions of Love, and I’m pleased with how it’s going.
While I can’t say that writing is easy for me, it is fun for the most part. I would definitely say I have been bitten by the writing bug, even though the jury’s still out on how good I am at it.
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