You spend years chasing, dreaming, planning, working, striving, sacrificing, sleep deprived, agonizing, and dreaming even more. Until one day all that chasing finally pays off and then you come to a screeching halt. You’ve finally caught the one dream you’ve spent millions of seconds, minutes, hours, thousands of days, hundreds of months, and numerous years making yourself stressed and exhausted over and now you the day has finally come…
When I was a little girl just like most, I dreamt of being a ballerina, a veterinarian, a singer, a musician, a model, an athlete. I even wanted to be an oceanographer for the longest time but my biggest dream was to be a writer and not just any writer. I wanted to be able to write what I wanted to write about and make a living doing it. Through all the years of highschool and being told how and what I needed to write about, writing kind of became a burden but when I could be free to write about whatever I wanted, it became my release, my healing process, my best friend, a place where I felt like I finally fit in, somewhere I didn’t feel judged. So I kept that side of my writing locked away in stacks of journals, on pieces of napkins-scribbled into poems, short stories on scrap paper, endless ideas jotted down on post-it notes and index cards.
I tried every aspect of writing…business, medical, journalism, poetry, children’s, you name it I’ve dabbled in it all! I’ve even tried to give up my writing especially in my mid-twenties. I had constant reminders from people I thought were my friends ask me “When I was going to grow up?” “When was I going to get a real job?” “When was I going to stop living in a dream world?” So I tried to give it up, I got the real job, gave up my dreams, for a while it worked but I always had this nagging feeling that I was missing apart of myself. I needed to write. I only felt like myself when I did write and it was always in the back of my mind-everyday! The more I tried to ignore it the more stressed and irritable I would get. So I tried to do the journalistic side again and it’s just not my style of writing.
So when I found out I was pregnant with my first child I decided to start journaling again and keep track of my thoughts, worries, feelings and I realized how much I love and missed writing. Then I got the itch to start one of the many projects I had kept tucked safely away in a drawer and once I started there was no turning back.
After almost four years, 2 babies, a full-time job, starting 2 new businesses this year, endless editing, losing 50 pages of the manuscript, set-backs, little sleep, a nagging 92-year old grandmother bugging me about when she could read the finished copy, and a burning desire to accomplish my biggest dream… I am excited to announce that I have a new “baby!” (Not a human) But today launches the debut of my first fiction novel, “The Road to Chianti.” I’ve leaked some info early because I couldn’t contain my excitement long enough to wait for my hard bound copies that got stuck in transit in Pennsylvania when hurricane Sandy left her mark on us and the entire east coast last week. So close friends and family got their hands on their copies early. As more and more people ask for a copy, I’m noticing that my young-adult novel is crossing over into the adult fiction genre which is even more exciting! (Now I can daydream more that I’ll be the next Stephanie Myers-“Twillight” or J.K. Rowling-“Harry Potter.” It never hurts to dream right?) 🙂
So with much a deux here it is (drum roll please….) My new novel “The Road to Chianti!” “Set in Tuscany, this action packed adventure will take you on a journey through cobblestone streets, dark forests, and gorgeous piazzas. The Road to Chianti explores the power of love to triumph over adversity and the importance of having a place to call your own.” You can find out more information about it or get your own copy at http://www.kellyhughesroberts.com