I have wanted to be a writer since my third grade teacher told me it was a career option after reading my "writer's journal". I was the only kid in the class who had decided at the age of eight that my journal was the perfect place to write a novel. It was called The Enchanted Sea and featured characters based on my classmates.

Since then, the world of writing has been a world in which I can't help living. My mind is constantly brimming with ideas for articles, stories, novels, plays, and just generally creating a dialogue with itself. Maybe that makes me crazy... but that's okay. I like crazy.

After a six year stint teaching English and theatre to high school students, I have opted to be a stay-at-home mom to my two children, ages three and newborn. During my stay-at-home mom period, I hope to capitalize a little on my writing, and let the writing bug take over a bit. It's been a long time since we hung out together.

My passion is ...

family, God, dancing, water.

I know too much about ...

the public school system.

My parents always told me ...

"We're on your side."

My childhood ambition ...

was to be a marine biologist...or a writer...or an artist...or a teacher...or an actor...

My favorite memory ...

is lying on the trampoline with my son listening to bird sounds and creating animals from the clouds.

Why I write ...

Because my fingers itch.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Currently in search of another great book.

My first job ...

was babysitting.

My best moment ...

Though times are sometimes tough, there are too many of these to list here.

My inspiration ...

my children, nature, literature, God, teenagers, pain, love, life.

Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Adventure

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Dina stared out of the taxi cab window, taking in the sites along the cliffs and the water hundreds of feet below. She was tired, but she would not allow sleep to overtake her. She could hear the gritty engine of the cab. She could smell the stale breath of the driver. She pressed her nose against the window and pulled back to look at how it had created such a fog. She smiled a moment to herself, but only a moment before she let despair re-enter her mind.
It had only been a week since her parents had died. They had died both together in a plane crash on their way home from Paris....

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