Having found my true love of writing my future was mapped out. I wish I had the self confidence I now possess and I never had the guts to even consider making writing my career. As far as I was concerned it would always just be a hobby. One I enjoyed and would never give up. I did such a good job of hiding my hobby that even my husband never knew I was a writer and he had met me at age 17. He actually had his own writing column in a magazine. I kept a private journal and whenever I could added to my stories but I admit never completed a single one of them. Life went on I was a happy stay at home mom. I didn't need my world of fantasy anymore and with life being concentrated on my 2 sons and the social life that entailed. I pretty much stopped writing.
Life was good everyone was happy my younger son was following in my footsteps reading science fiction and some scientific fantasy. I was always looking for more books that I thought he would enjoy. It was during this search right after I had my last child who was born in 1998 that I saw the Sorcerers Stone in hard cover in the bookstore. I was so tempted to buy it but I had promised myself I would buy no book that wasn't in paperback. It was hard but I stuck to my guns and didn't buy the book and bring it home until I saw a copy in paperback 6 months later. It was still quite costly because it was a larger book not a trade paperback. Anyhow brought the book home and the instant my son got his hands on it he couldn't put the book down. This made me more eager than ever to read the book. I literally took it from his hands and started reading. I admit at first I thought it was a child's book but as I got further in to the story the magic of the story hit me and I became completely involved in the magical world of Harry Potter and Hogwarts. Nothing since the world of Merlin ever hit me that way. In a way the story of Harry Potter is like a modern-day Merlin story at least that is how my brain saw it.
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