How I Fell in Love with Writing

I’ve told the story of my writing life several times now, to family and friends, but I realized I’ve never taken the time to actually write down how I fell in love with writing.

As long as I can remember, I’ve had a love for stories. I loved reading as a kid (still do), and after my trip to Walt Disney World when I was four, I’ve really cherished my imagination. I loved making up stories as a kid.

It wasn’t until the next year that I ventured into writing something on my own. It was one day in science class that I wrote a scene. The scene was of a murder. While this scene doesn’t make it into the final version of the book, it was this scene that started The Assassin.

In October 2010, I made the Top Pick list, and a month later, I was reading my very own HarperCollins review. At 17, I was head over heels at what was happening with my book.

In 2013, I began working for a small press as a publicist. While I was in college earning a degree in public relations and advertising, this seemed to be a great mesh of two things I loved – publishing and publicity. During my time with the company, I realized that I wasn’t totally thrilled with how publishing companies worked.

Two years later, a week before my 22nd birthday, my book was finally released. There’s this giddy feeling about releasing a book, but it’s also terrifying. Releasing my book also solidified my love of writing even more. If this feeling was something I got to keep, I was set for life.

I hope to always be writing, until the day I die.