Over thirty years ago, my first novel, Honor’s Players was published by Warner Books. Over the next ten years, I had six more novels published across three publishing houses. Then life happened, and I lost my writing time, and with that, my will.
When I was in ninth grade my English teacher gently informed me I didn’t have the talent to write, not like some of my classmates did. Boom! Teenage angst. That was it. I stopped writing stories.
In this time of covid-19, I am reading a lot, primarily historical mysteries and cozy mysteries. I’ve read science fiction and fantasy in the past, I just haven’t been in the mood for that genre lately. Anyway, I finished my last cozy mystery. My SO pounced on the knowledge I was done with a book and urged me to pick up the books he was reading. They were free through Kindle Unlimited. My eyes glazed over, but I agreed and started book one.
I identify with this magpie and his collection of treasures. But for me, my collection of treasures has been on-line classes.