Welcome to a new series of blog posts about my writing journey. I'm starting off with how I started writing.
Almost seventeen years ago, I walked into my first real, full time job and made a smart ass comment that led to my writing career. I began my first book. Creating characters was amazing, but I hated my book. I hated it enough to quit and burn that beast of a half-finished manuscript in a big old beach bonfire. My husband and I roasted marshmallows over its ashes as we watched the waves crash against the dark shoreline a few yards away.
Not long after that, I took the characters I'd gotten to know and gave them a new story. It's a crazy, twisted tale that I still can't believe I sent to my agent after I got to know her better. For better or worse, she has my very first mess of a manuscript that helped me fall in love with writing.