Destined to Write

I suppose many writers have known since childhood that they were destined to write. My childhood dreams revolved around a baseball, not a pen. Not until my mother was diagnosed with cancer a decade ago did I realize that deep inside me a writer was waiting to emerge.

The news about my mother was devastating, and I had a strong desire to put down in words how much she meant to me. And so I came up with an idea to write a story about a man who, after the death of his mother, journeyed back in time to when he was a boy.

And in some way, it allowed me to go back to a time when death was the furthest thing from my mind. It allowed me a chance to go back to when my parents were young, indestructible, and when life was carefree.

As I wrote, the words took me back to a world that I truly loved. It also awakened memories that reminded my life wasn’t all fun and games in the days of my youth. But it was a special time in life nonetheless, and I wanted to capture it with my words.

I could hardly write fast enough to keep up with what my mind wanted to say. When I finished, I immediately knew it was time to write the next one. As a boy, I’d spent time visiting my grandparents in the Appalachian Mountains of East Tennessee, and I was mesmerized by its beauty, its isolation, and decided it would make the perfect setting for a murder/suspense.

And now my writing is a journey, a chance to immerse myself into places, writing about people that I love; people I miss. Writing allows me to go wherever I want. It allows me to be with people I’ve loved, respected, adored, as well as feared. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else, and I plan on writing until my mind just gives out on me.

 release date September 2014

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