DL Hammons (Cruising Altitude 2.0) writes, "I’m proud to announce that on February 13th, one of my cohorts from the Déjà vu Blogfest…Katie Mills (Creepy Query Girl)…along with Alex J. Cavanaugh and Matthew MacNish (Quintessentially Questionable Query Experiment), will be co-hosting with me the ORIGINS blogfest. Here’s a synopsis of what will happen on that date for you to use in spreading the word: On Monday, February 13th, you should post your own origin story. Tell us all where your writing dreams began. It could be anything from how you started making up stories as a child, or writing for the school newspaper, or even what prompted you to start a blog. How about stories about the first time somebody took an interest in your writing, or the teacher/mentor that helped nudge you along and mold your passion, or maybe the singular moment when you first started calling yourself a writer. It all started somewhere and we want you to tell us your own, unique, beginnings."
Before I was a reader or writer, I was a dreamer, an imaginer of worlds. We’re sometimes called Pisces. *winks* A simple bus ride to school had me staring out the window and daydreaming. Then, with reading, I couldn’t get enough of the worlds, the characters writers created. Authors were like the coolest people out there (still are).
These worlds inspired me to play in them. First I started in Phantom of the Opera role-playing games (RPGs). Then, I moved on to Harry Potter. I loved J.K. Rowling’s world so much and couldn’t wait for the next books, so I decided to write fan fiction. Why wait when I can make up my own stories using her world? I enjoyed fan fiction and role-playing, but after hundreds of thousands of words for almost ten years of time made me itch to try my own world.
In 2006, I had the idea of taking one of my role-playing characters and create a world for her of my own. This was the birth of Yssa and the Phoenix trilogy. I did nothing with this world for three years, but I loved daydreaming about it.
I really did come late to writing with publication in mind. I was almost twenty-seven when I started my first novel (The Phoenix Prophetess). I had started a new job a month before and found myself with time on my hands. When I don’t have library work to do, I could do anything I wanted—within reason, of course—so I decided to sit and start that novel. I wrote the first chapter and sent it to my friend Christine Rains and my sister Kara. They encouraged me to keep writing, so I did. Nine months later I completed the first draft of The Phoenix Prophetess. I had also brushed off two old short stories and started submitting them. When I got my first acceptance from my first submission, I was shocked and hooked. Everything took off from there, and I wouldn’t change a moment of it now.
If you told me ten years ago I would be a writer, I would’ve scoffed at the notion. Me? A writer? Whatever. I was rather dismal in English classes. Grammar and stuff I rocked. Paper writing, not as much. But I believe through time, I found my place as a writer.