On June 16th, I self published my very first short story. I wrote it rather quickly for a contest another author told me about. I thought "Why not?" and wrote this short story titled Mystic Shores. I had finished writing but was going through final edits, when a shocking and very scary thing happened. I had a massive heart attack! It was Saturday, May 30th. As I lay there in the hospital bed, one of my first thoughts was "I have to enter that story by June 3rd! How am I going to get that done here?" Ha! Yeah, I guess I have evolved into a writer! I made it home in time to submit it, but the instructions were not clear and the voting also ended on the 3rd. So I got 5 votes, but many people were messaging me and telling me they couldn't vote. That is when I realized that the voting was over. Did I get upset? Nope. I contacted the person doing my cover art and asked her to please finish it because I wanted to publish it anyway. What did I have to lose? Several of the people that read it asked about a sequel, so I am working on that now. And I am feeling great!
Spelling and grammar became important to me when I was just 7 years old. Second grade. You see when I started to learn to read and write, some brilliant person decided to teach my class the Initial Teaching Alphabet or ITA. I spent all of first grade and half of second grade learning to read and write in a whole different way. Then they said "Oops, this isn't going to work! Forget everything we taught you!" and spent the next half of the school year teaching us the right way and forcing us to catch up with the rest of the second graders across the country. I remember my teacher being very strict and unforgiving of mistakes where spelling and grammar were concerned.