Somewhere deep inside, buried underneath a husband, two children and a full-time day job, a writer was trying to escape. For years, I kept that pen woman under wraps, but once the kids grew up, I decided to unlock the door and let her out…only when time permitted.
Ten years ago when I began freelancing at night and on weekends, I had no idea what I was doing. I blindly answered ads and sent out query letters that were amateur at best. But the oddest thing happened