A loss for words . . . Ironic isn't it?
Updated: Nov 18, 2018
Well, here we are . . . my first actual post and I have no clue what to talk about or where to start. When writing a paper, have you ever felt like you knew exactly what it was going to be about but no idea how to start it?
That’s exactly how I'm feeling right now. I have so many ideas for future posts, but by way of an introduction of sorts, I'm drawing a blank. It doesn’t surprise me, though. It didn’t matter whether it was grade school, college, or law school, the introduction portion of a paper was never my friend. I used to skip it all together, write the paper, then go back and piece something together by pulling from the body of the paper.
I can’t really do that here, so I guess I’ll start off by going a little deeper into who I am and giving you a few more of the words that are hidden in between the lines of my “About Me.”
Like most everyone I wear several different hats. I'm a guardian of two beautiful girls, a soon-to-be-lawyer, a cheerleading coach, and an author. I also work full-time at my dad’s law firm, and I am in the process of starting a non-profit (I’ll tell you more about that once everything is finalized). While I wear every hat at some point just about everyday, the two I cherish most, the two jobs that give me the biggest reason to get up every morning are being a mom and an author. My kids hold my heart and my world, and writing is my passion.
I didn’t always want to be a writer; in fact, the path I had chosen for myself was about as far away from writing as one could go—I wanted to be a Neonatologist (doctor specializing in the care of infants, primarily premature babies). And everything up until my graduation from college was done with that plan in mind. I graduated with a BS in Biology Pre-med; I interned at hospitals in the NICU, etc.
But the closer I got to studying for the MCAT and applying for med schools, the more I realized I didn’t want to do it . . . my heart just wasn’t in it. So I decided to take a break with no clue what the future would hold. About six months later, God gave me a dream that I remembered—I usually never remember my dreams, just wake up with the feeling that it was awesome but frustratingly unable to recall even a measly second of it.
The dream was three very vivid scenes that I figured I’d write into a short story, but before I was done, that dream became the first book of a trilogy that I'm working on now. I'm going to post a couple of chapters of that book and another book I'm working on for you to read. I’d love to know what you think about it!
Look out for my next post . . . I will be doing a review of Venom! (Man, I hope Sony doesn’t disappoint).
Have you ever been working towards one career and then, for whatever reason, that career choice changed? What was your reason? I’d love to hear your story!