Heather White
My sporadic writing career started at age eleven, when my sixth grade teacher decided to give me an assignment which was different than anyone else's in the class. While they read a book and wrote a report, I was to write my very own book. The only stipulation was that I had to read it to the class at the end of the assignment period. I remember how I was terrified, and yet at the same time exhilarated, to read my creation to my peers, and especially how I blushed when my two main characters held hands. Seeing the rapt expressions on my classmates' faces as I told my tale was worth all the moments of self doubt. It was a sensation I would never forget.
Many years of school, a career, a marriage, and four children later, I have decided to resurrect this little writing seed which has lain dormant within me all these years. As I put my work out "there" to the masses, I feel the same conflicting emotions as I did when I was eleven. The fear and excited anticipation of the audience's reaction is both terrifying and rewarding. My main goal has always been to make my readers laugh or cry, possibly even both. Either emotion is equally delightful to me, and worth every effort to achieve.
So kick off your shoes, grab an icy beverage of your choice, and be prepared to be entertained. We are anxiously waiting for that spark of enjoyment from our audience. There may even be some blushing involved.
To find out more about Heather, visit her personal blog! Follow her at www.byheathershand.com
My sporadic writing career started at age eleven, when my sixth grade teacher decided to give me an assignment which was different than anyone else's in the class. While they read a book and wrote a report, I was to write my very own book. The only stipulation was that I had to read it to the class at the end of the assignment period. I remember how I was terrified, and yet at the same time exhilarated, to read my creation to my peers, and especially how I blushed when my two main characters held hands. Seeing the rapt expressions on my classmates' faces as I told my tale was worth all the moments of self doubt. It was a sensation I would never forget.
Many years of school, a career, a marriage, and four children later, I have decided to resurrect this little writing seed which has lain dormant within me all these years. As I put my work out "there" to the masses, I feel the same conflicting emotions as I did when I was eleven. The fear and excited anticipation of the audience's reaction is both terrifying and rewarding. My main goal has always been to make my readers laugh or cry, possibly even both. Either emotion is equally delightful to me, and worth every effort to achieve.
So kick off your shoes, grab an icy beverage of your choice, and be prepared to be entertained. We are anxiously waiting for that spark of enjoyment from our audience. There may even be some blushing involved.
To find out more about Heather, visit her personal blog! Follow her at www.byheathershand.com
