Triona at her window. Fan Art by Jenna Waddell.

I began writing as soon as I could hold a pencil, mostly because I never felt like I belonged. Books were my escape, and I knew that if I had a notebook and a pencil handy, everything would be alright. I finished my first book, a romantic fantasy, just out of high school. (It's still sitting on my hard drive.) My second book was written while I was pregnant with my son. My attempts to publish it failed. I was called a hack, a B writer, and I was told to get another hobby. 


I wrote the first draft of Dawning two months later. 


I am Ronan, far more than I am Triona. She is too good for me.  Ronan's fear, his insecurity, his need to belong were my needs. Dawning was rejected by practically every agent and publishing house in the world. I wrote it again. This time with a pencil and paper, and then typed it into my laptop. When it was finally published I had hoped to sell about 500 copies. Three days later, it made four best seller lists. I still have no idea how that happened. 

Is there a moral to this story? Yeah, there is. No matter what names you've been called. No matter who called you a hack, a worthless good for nothing, white trash, nigger, slut, bitch, or anything else you can think of--do not believe them. There is always hope. 

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 Here's to love, friendship, and magic, 


Olivia 


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