I was standing in my favorite place, the library, reading the spines in the biography section. I touched the books in the T section, as I carefully scanned them, looking for Temple, Shirley.
My fifth grade teacher assigned us a biography project, and we spent the day in the library choosing our book and completing pre-reading worksheets. As an avid reader who loved class projects, this was right up my alley. So why did I start to get verklempt in the non-fiction section of my school library?
You see, I've always had these strange, strong emotions when it comes to death. I'm sure nobody likes the idea of it, but as early as I can remember, I've been extremely sensitive to the notion of it. The idea of studying someone's life both excited and made me - sad? contemplative? - I can't describe it exactly, but I do know that day in the library, I decided something: I was going to be a published author one day.
What I loved about the project, and books in general, was that even after the author had passed on, their legacy, words, and stories would forever be read and cherished. In that way, their memories live on. They made an impact. They could never truly be gone.
I made up my mind that one day, my stories would be published, too.
Over the years, I've kept journals, written poems, songs, notes, you name it, I've written it. I've started three novels that I'll have to return to one of these days and have written short stories, but never had I written a children's book.
As a mom to three little girls, I've had emotions and inspiration that I never could have conceived without being a parent, and I'm proud that the first book I'll be publishing is something so timeless and relatable to anyone who loves a child.
I look forward to hearing your thoughts on my first book,
These Words Are for You
, available for pre-order now!