The first paranormal story I read was Bunnicula by James Howe, when I was in second or third grade. Please forgive the timeline lapse, its been awhile. Ever since then I've been hooked by paranormals.
I went on to R.L. Stine's Fear Street series, Christopher Pikes' Last Vampire series, and to all time favorite YA author L.J. Smith. I read each and every one of her series. Needless to say, I was thrilled when Vampire Diaries became a hit TV show on the CW. Though the days of hiding in my closet with a flashlight to finish a chapter and avoid going to dinner are far behind me, but not the love of each magnificent word and the visions those tales sparked in my imagination.
Then high school hit. The books that once drew my attention over and over again got replaced by ones with a more mature content. While other teens were partying, dating, or planning for college, I was reading Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake series. Forget clothes shopping, babysitting money was spent at Waldens. It was the only store that interested me at our local mall.
College was spent in the same manner. Mind you, that was six years and two kids later.
I loved these stories so much that I longed to write one. I wrote my first story when I was ten. It was a play about a haunted house, inspired by Garth Brooks' Thunder Rolls. Which was odd because 1) that wasn't what the song was about and 2) I've never really been into Country music all that much. Then came several attempts at various vampire novels. One of which was lost into the techno-abyss when my father deleted DOS by accident. That taught me the importance of BACKING EVERYTHING UP. Sad to say the only work I had published, as an adolescent, was poetry in a missionary newsletter. The poetry was not religious, but (as the editor described it) beautiful and inspirational.
After spending my life as a paranormal junky I doubted my ability to inspire other junkies. I thought, Wow. I've got kids, a wonderful husband, and a great job. What else could I possibly want? When would I find time for anything else?
Then the path cleared. It reminded me all things came to those willing to work for their dreams. That traveling down a bouncy road with imaginary, supernatural friends wasn't insane, but part of what made me, well, me.
So, before you let another moon set and the bright, yellow orb in the sky sparks your horizon, figure out what dream drives you. Even if you have absolutely no idea how to achieve it (yet), I'm willing to bet it brings a smile to your face -even for a second.
Tell me your dream. Maybe we can help eachother. Please feel free to leave a comment or message me. The blog's comment section is now open to Anonymous posts.