One Writer’s Journey From The Beginning
I know, I know, you’re asking yourself ‘Who the heck is Olivia Starke, anyway?’ Well let me introduce myself. I am the little girl who stared out the window while in class and imagined a wide and vibrant world beyond the monkey bars and merry-go-round. I was the same little girl who watched the landscape swirl by the school bus window, lost in a world of magic that no one else could see (how I pity them to this day.) College couldn’t even rein me in. I’d find myself staring at the stained walls in my dormitory room weaving stories that only I would ever know.
I was an only child, who lived on a working farm ten miles outside of a town of just a handful of people. I had a lot of responsibilities and chores, as most farm kids do. Rain or shine, illness, and health, the work had to be done. At times I had visits from the neighbors’ kids or my multitude of cousins, but the majority of the time I was left to my own devices.
After all, adults certainly couldn’t join me in my fanciful and colorful worlds.
My playmates were chickens and dogs. Cats and hogs. Rabbits and wildlife. I could chat up a tree and listen in turn to the tales it had to tell. I could lose myself for hours in the chicken pens as the old hens told me about their day of scratching in the dirt and egg laying. It was more fascinating than any nursery rhyme.
I could ride my beloved and trusty little pony, Babe, deep into the woods surrounding the very rural property. Before I’d know it, we’d be seeing dinosaurs and unicorns. (Don’t worry reader, my little mare knew her way home without fail, and so did I.)
I admit I preferred my own company, for the most part, to that of other kids. Perhaps to some, my childhood could sound sad and lonely, but that’s a matter of perspective. I have to say I wouldn’t change it for the world. Thanks to the fascinating worlds I created in childhood, I feel I can survive anything to this day. While others will grieve and mourn in desperation, I can turn to my imagination and write poems to ease the heartache. When others go into rages and lose their cool, I will simply turn that unfortunate soul into an expendable character in a story. (Nothing like having that rude man in the grocery store line take a face plant in a pile of cow dung.) And I can share my excitement and happiness in such detailed emails, that my friends can’t help but live the experience with me.
Some may see me as a silly daydreamer, but I live in a vivid multihued world full of endless wonder. How boring it would be to live in black and white.
Whatever your beginning, fellow writer, it was your unique gift to bring color to the world.
Olivia Starke is a multi-published author with six paranormal erotic romance releases available at Cobblestone Press (www.cobblestone-press.com.) She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Passionate Ink, and is a reviewer at Got Romance Reviews. Outside of her part-time retail job, she’s a full-time writer, and moonlights as a freelance editor for several ePublishers.When not glued to the laptop screen she’s catering to the needs of her four horses, four dogs, and two cats. www.OliviaStarke.webs.com
A Sorcerer's Pleasure is coming soon to Cobblestone Press.