Many people ask, "Why'd you start writing?"
The most definitive answer I can give is: I saw a vision.
Yup, that's right. A run of the mill random daydream that almost knocked me off my feet while I was at my full-time day job. It was a simple scene, of a man dressed superbly in his navy-blue tailored suit, and a black vintage hat with a peacock feather at the rim. He was sitting on a bench in the middle of a snowstorm, but what caught me off guard (as much as a random daydream can do) was the way he was looking at me. His eyes were icy blue, soul-piercing even. They were urgent, evocative and pleading...as if he were demanding I make him come to life. It was quick, and before the vision started, it was gone. I couldn't get over the power behind what I saw. It was one of the most vivid experiences I've had and even now as I write about him, it gives me goosebumps.
I spent my lunch hour that day sitting on a bench outside my work and wondering who he might have been, what was he thinking, what did he want from me?
I had my suspicions that whatever he wanted… he was going to change my life for the better. He was going to help pave my path to my next life chapter.
In my novel, The Pavers, the main character, Georgia Lee Scott, has a near death experience. She wakes up with no memory of what happened to her, or where she worked for the last three years. She’s left to pick up the pieces from her past, while she also tries to grapple with her future… and her destiny.
I had my own brush with death a few years ago, and though I never flat-lined like Georgia did, my perspective on life took a major U-turn. I was left drowning in my own questions.
What the hell just happened?
Why me?
Why that?
Who’s in charge, here!?
You better believe I had my angry 'I’d like to speak to the manager!' face on and I had a lot of questions I wanted answered.
I continued to stew in my grief, until I had that random daydream of that man. That mysterious intriguing man. And so my writing career began, and I can certainly say I've never felt more alive.
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