I’m honestly not sure if I’ve ever written about this but when I was a little girl I had a babysitter who used to read tarot cards. I remember her vaguely and I remember she was nice but my memories of this time are a bit spotty. Anyhow, my dad often tells me that this babysitter told him that I was destined to make my fortune (no specificity as to what this really was) writing books. Being as stubborn as I am, this only pushed me to deny my love for writing.
You see, I am a royal pain as a person and I choose to make my own destiny so having someone prescribe or predict it really didn’t bode well with me. This was probably one of my bigger mistakes as this same stubbornness is what kept me from writing to some degree in my very young years. I used to write stories as a kid and then in college I would scribble stories at the back of my notebooks, but nothing ever came of them nor did I plan to “work” at my craft because I wasn’t going to do what someone else said. Stupid, huh?
It is now a couple decades later and I write. Sparingly, these days, but I write when I can and I enjoy it. I really don’t know how different anything would be if I had started and continued earlier, but I would say that I writing is part of my destiny that is unavoidable. I don’t necessarily go in expecting to make a fortune (especially as it is more of a side hobby these days), but I do go in expecting to love it. Writing keeps me sane.
Moral of the story? Follow your destiny, even if you take a roundabout road to get there.