I’ve had a few people ask why I wanted to write a book in the first place. Well, the answer has to be: Because I love to read. For almost as long as I can remember, I’ve thought it would be so cool to write my own book. However, I never had a good idea. I’ve always had a few small things floating around in my head, but they’ve never been enough, just snippets of scenes here and there.
So instead of writing, I just continued reading. And then a year ago I read the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. Now, I’m not saying this inspired me to write, but the story on her webpage did. On that page, Stephenie talks about how she had never written a book before, but she had a great idea and she couldn’t keep from putting it on paper. She goes through her entire process of getting an agent and finding a publisher. It was good to know that it’s possible.
But I still didn’t have an idea. And then one night last July, I was rocking Anthony to sleep and thinking, and suddenly I had two different scenes pop into my head. For the next few weeks I kept thinking about them and possible places they could go. Those two scenes became the basis for the prologue and chapter one of my book.
From there, it just grew until I had a trilogy all mapped out in my head. And I have to admit, I love my story. Now I just have to find an agent who does.