Everyone who writes a book dreads ‘The Biography’.  I’m not even sure why we need one. Do doctors have a biography? Or janitors? Or cowboys? Or teachers? Or astronauts?

Well, maybe astronauts.

I’m pretty sure it’s discrimination. But…so what if I type words instead of getting a real job? It’s still work. Sweat forms in my pits just like anyone else’s. And I have scars to show my suffering, the same as a ballerina or a fiddler. My fingertips are calloused, carpal tunnel rears its ugly head at dawn, and I’m sure I’m slowly being blinded by the monitor’s radiation beams. Not to mention sores on my…

“But aren’t writers free spirits who don’t have to answer to anyone?” you may ask.  They can close the computer, grab a drink, and find a beach any time they want. Right?

Sure. But then they wouldn’t be writers, they’d be happy little beach bums. Nope, with worlds to protect and heroes to be born, there’s no rest for the scribblers. Bullies must be stopped, mysteries resolved, asteroids exploded, and if a guy on paper can’t win the heart of his only true love, what hope is there for the rest of us? 

When I was in elementary school, (Uh oh. That’s a long time ago.) I loved hearing the teacher announce, “Your assignment is to write…” That meant for sure an easy C, perhaps a B.  Or, if I corrected my spelling with the giant fifty-pound dictionary, a possible A.

In the late eighties, to feed my creative monster, I miraculously sold some manuscripts. Six young adult books were published under my humble name and I thought I was the next Steinbeck–but with a sense of humor, of course.

Then boom! Children happened. The biography should end here because I’m not multi-tasked and a ‘couple‘ of decades have passed. (And if my boys are reading this…you were the best thing that happened to me guys!)

But I’ve survived many enlightening journeys since those days and I’m well-stocked in shocking experiences. This earth was created with intriguing mysteries and astounding beauty. Real life heroes grace our lives everyday and we never even know it. You don’t have to launch, or hit warp speeds to reach these wonderful worlds. 

 If you truly seek adventure all you really need is a ticket. Or, an account on Amazon.

Carrie