I started out as an English major in university, studying the subject I enjoyed most at school, mainly because I wasn’t sure what else to do. I emerged, wet-winged and fledgling, degree in hand, blinking into the light of a jobless reality. I sold lingerie at the mall and did data entry work for the government until I was desperate and down-trodden enough to go back to school. So I took a diploma in Journalism. During that year, which included a placement at a daily newspaper, I realized I didn’t have the personality required for success in that particular field. Interviews with elderly Order of Canada recipients and stories about the Power Rangers I could handle; hard-hitting, in-your-face journalism, was a different story.
As a lover of language since before I can remember, I searched out jobs with “writer” or “editor” in the title. Oh, and “entry-level.” I found my first career-oriented job as a junior editor at a major software company and have been writing and editing in the technical field ever since. In case you don’t know, this means I write instructions for software programs that I barely understand myself.
Some years ago I was fortunate to make the right choice and marry a man whose childlike joy in approaching life helps me find joy also. Without him, I believe I’d be altogether too serious and cynical. Our children, too, give my days purpose and meaning. They make me smile and I view their self-confidence and humour with a mix of pride and wonder.
These days, I write fiction. To get the voices out of my head, I give the voices things to do in the form of stories. As with my children, I have to let my characters make their own mistakes, which they do with some frequency. Among other things, I plan to blog about my journey through the publishing industry.
After several years, I believe I’ve “found my voice” as a fiction writer. I imagine it’ll be the same for blogging. It might take time for me to find my voice in the blogosphere, but I hope you’ll bear with me while I do.