Today marks the anniversary of when I started writing. One night, 17 years ago, compelled by goodness-knows-what, I sat down in front of my old typewriter and began punching out a few midnight ramblings, completely unaware of the greater work I was beginning. Over the years since, the written word has become my life. Whether it is through my books (it is hard to believe it, but there are 9 at this point) or through my work helping other authors bring their manuscripts to fruition at Homebound Publications and Hiraeth Press. I like to think that we find the meaning in our life through what we choose to devote our time and energy to…. I have no regrets in the road I’ve taken. We’ll see what the next 17 years bring.
Remembering the Beginning
