My mother told me I used to be an avid reader as a child, I would hide under the covers with a Nancy Drew or Babysitter's Club and a flashlight and read late into the night. Which explains why my eyes are terrible.
However, I gave up my love for reading, as my school years went on, in favor of boys and making out under the stairs. And still, I had no desire to be a writer.
Then one afternoon, my sister brought home the six-hour movie Pride and Prejudice (which I though would be a war movie) and we sat down to watch it.
That's when the voices started. (And not, it wasn't the sexy voice of Colin Firth.)
An idea for a historical love story popped into my head and immediately started writing it. It was crap. However, the voices never stopped and now, I write full time.