Ever since I was little, I knew that the only thing I wanted to do was write. Sure, there were my brief phases where I imagined myself doing something brave or adventurous: FBI agent, fashion designer, veterinarian, ballet dancer, princess….but these were all very, very short lived.
While I may have known what I wanted to do when I “grew up,” there was still a lot I didn’t know. What did I want to write about? Was I even a decent writer? Who was I writing for: myself or an audience? This is where I wish I would have had someone to guide me through.
To this day, two published books and another one on the day, there are still so many questions I have. But there are a few things I have answered for myself along the way, and in effort to help anyone who may still be questioning whether…
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