When I was a little kid I wanted to be a lawyer/singing superstar. When I was about nine, I decided I wanted to be a dancer on Broadway. I ended up at the High School of Performing Arts in Houston, Texas, as a dancer. And if that didn’t work, maybe an Oceanographer. I went off to college thinking dance was my thing, and then I hurt my back and couldn’t dance for a year.
It was my dad who suggested I go into journalism. I’d written for school newspapers and scandal sheets since junior high. I wasn’t so much a news reporter, more a features writer. I liked the idea of delving into lives and learning about people. That worked out well for me. I’ve been a journalist for about 24 years.
But when it came to fiction, well, that’s a different story. I’d wanted to write a novel from the first time I picked up a Nancy Drew book. Even though I had amazing parents, who told me I could be anything I wanted, I didn’t dare dream about being an author. It seemed so otherworldly and impossible to me. I thought I had a better chance at being on Broadway.
Now that I’m an author, and have been one since 2004, I’m still having a hard time believing it. It’s one of those things that even though I know how it happened, I still can’t believe it did. I’m so lucky to have a job where I can make up worlds and characters can talk in my head, and no one wraps me up in a straight jacket.
This is my very long way of telling you that I’m going back to one of my previous dreams. I want to dance. No, not on Broadway. Those days are gone. But for myself. My doc says I HAVE to exercise and I hate it all, except for dancing. Oh, and yoga. I kind of like yoga.
I have so many things things I want to do, learn French and how to paint with oils. My friend Heidi gave me a little artist kit a while back and now I’m hooked. And while I sound like one of those ugly Americans murdering the French language, I’m trying.
Oh, and my big dream right now is to be so successful that I can by myself a little beach side cottage (with amazing Internet) and write while staring out at the waves. Sigh. I love the ocean.
So I’m curious… What did you want to be when you grew up? Do you have a passion from childhood that you’ve continued into adulthood? What are your dreams for the future?
Tell me, I really want to know. And don’t forget to dream big.