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« Last post by Mauvebeate on November 01, 2016, 10:06:12 am »
My name is Rebekah. I'm also a stay-at-home Mom with three girls. Writing is my passion and my therapy, along with needlecrafts that keep my fingers busy.
I used to try to write before I knew how. I loved stories. And when no one would tell me stories, or read to me, I would fill entire pages with squiggles to 'write' my own story. Then I would take it to an adult and ask them to read to me what I'd written, because I wanted to know what the story said. I remember how mad I got when the adult refused to read it to me, claiming it said nothing. So when one of my daughters brought me a page of squiggles she had carefully written, I made up a story on the spot just to please her.
My first attempt at a novel was at age eleven. That didn't get very far. Nor did the next one at age thirteen. Or the next one I attempted in High School. Or the one I refused to quit working on in my twenties. In my thirties, I discovered educational books (I know, I'm a bit slow. Think of the Little Engine That Could; slow, but successful at last in the end.) By the time I hit my forties, tutoring programs like James Patterson's Master Class began coming online. I have refined my work and my process enough that I finally got a draft that was worthy of a professional editor. I expect to be self-published within the next year or so.