In my current WIP (work-in-progress) my heroine is searching for her bliss

Before I started writing, I had a good life. I had a nice family, good friends, and a career I enjoyed. But it wasn’t until I started making up stories and putting the words down on paper that I found my bliss.

I absolutely love to make up stories and it gives me the greatest of pleasure when a story comes together just right, when a phrase conveys exactly what I meant for it to convey, when the characters become real to me.

It was hard for me to put myself out there and attempt to write a book. It took me 3 1/2 years to sell to Harlequin and I picked up more than my share of rejections along the way. But once I began writing I realized I’d found my bliss.

I’m not a good cook. Flowers and plants do not flourish under my care, they die. And I’m not handy or craft-y at all. But writing, well, from the time I’ve been small I’ve made up stories. Until recently I thought everyone did. Wow, was I out of touch with reality.

The reason I brought this subject up is that last night a friend of mine told me she was looking for something more in life, some passion of her own to pursue. It got me to wondering what your passion is?? Is it writing or something totally different? Or, do you feel your life is full enough without passion mucking it up. Inquiring minds want to know.