Tag: writer

  • The Lakehouse

    The scrap of paper inched closer to me with every passing minute.  There was no wind, no breeze, there was no way the paper should be moving on its own.  I wondered if I should be worried, but decided probably not. How could a tiny piece of paper be something to worry about? I had too…

  • The Family Business

    I never wanted to be part of the family business. But I knew I had to. My sense of duty overweighed my happiness. At least for the time being. I was being paid well and with a steal on mortgage rates, most of my paycheck went to my savings account. I was simply counting down…

  • Sunkissed

    I always dreamed of having sunkissed skin like actresses did in the movies.  Or living at a seaside cottage rent free for a year because an aunt I have never met wanted me to work on my art like I read about in books.  Sometimes life made it hard because the sunkissed look I dreamed of was hard to get when it was 100 degrees every…

  • Getting Published

    I became a millionaire the day my book was released.  I was on top of the world and knew nothing could bring me down.  I walked down the street with a Sharpie just in case somebody asked for my autograph.  Tomorrow I have my first onscreen television interview and I knew I had to get…

  • First Impressions

    I loved going to the beach every year.  I loved the beach from the very first time my toes sank in the sand.  Every weekend I begged my mom to take my brother and I to the beach since it was only a short fifteen-minute drive away.  She was a freelance writer who often whisked away for stories and interviews, but was able to schedule…