I get this question quite often. Well, maybe it does have something to do with the fact I have a full-time teaching job which means extra works most nights, a husband who does like to spend time with me, and the standard normal life things (food, clean clothes…)

You get the picture.

So when I tell fans and co-workers that I just sent in my third installment to my publisher, and am working on a new sci-fi trilogy and a short story for an anthology, most stare at me like I grew a second head and those six little words fall from their lips.

Where, indeed.

After pondering the answer, I came to one, irrefutable conclusion. I don’t find the time. I MAKE it. I carve it out of every opportunity. I squeeze them from each silent moment. I’m a night owl, so sometimes that means I’m deep in my characters’ heads at 1am on a random Tuesday.

This has been my dream since I was a child. I used to write my dreams when I would awaken, believing myself to be a famous author. Then I grew up, as most of us do. Yet I never stopped writing, nor did the need to get my thoughts onto the page. In college, I went through journals like water, page after page filled with random ramblings, silly poems. Tears, fears, loves and losses all spilled across the lined and bound paper.

Now, so many years later, I am beginning to see that childhood dream realized. How do I find the time? Well, I guess you can say since I’ve been prepping for so long, I have quite a stockpile of ideas. It’s only a matter of which ones to use first.

And a good supply of coffee comes in handy.