Yesterday, I talked about my best friend being a big supporter of me and my desire to write. Today, I’m giving credit to the other person that never told me I couldn’t do it – my mom.
Most girls will tell you that their mothers had a huge impact on their lives and I’m no different. My wicked, sarcastic, slightly dark, and somewhat warped sense of humor comes from my mother. Honestly, a great deal of my personality comes from my mother. And I have always hated disappointing her because she has always told me if I make the effort, I can accomplish it.
Not once since I started writing has my mother ever told me to stop. She’s always tried not to interrupt me when I was putting words on paper and that was long before I was publishing books. Even during my childhood and teen years, she could tell writing was the among the most important things in my life and she allowed it room to grow.
On occasion, she even braved reading something I had written. However, that was much harder for her when I was young, because she was still raising a child and that child was writing murder mysteries and stories that involved sex. I imagine she had some moments when she wondered if she was doing something wrong.
Since I started publishing, my mother has been my biggest fan. She’s read every book I’ve written, even the ones that bored her (she is not a fan of Tales to Read Before the End of the World). Her continued support makes publishing possible and she keeps Lola from requiring all my time during the day, which gives me more time to write.