When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

That is the question for this morning’s blog hop. ( details found here ).

I’ve touched on this before in my first post, but I’ll expand upon it again. I’m not sure that I ever sat down and decided that I wanted to be a writer. I did it when I was a teen as a way to vent things that I couldn’t say out loud, and then I put it aside. It’s only been very recently that I felt that I absolutely had to get this story in my head on paper.  These characters have been just on the edge of my consciousness begging me to make them real, to share them with others. And instead for years I’ve told them to go away, I can’t write a book. Finally I told them yes, and I am so glad I did.

And I think that is really what has done it for me, knowing I want to share my characters with the world. Once I opened up myself to the possibility that yes, I can do this, everything changed. I had a query rejection waiting in my inbox this morning, and it only makes me more determined. I will get my story out there. Someone else will love these characters as I do. And I wont stop, I have two more books planned to finish their story as well as two stand alone stories that I want to write. This time however, I wont make my characters wait three years before I put them to paper, because regardless of if I intended to, I became a writer.