I have always had a deep love of reading since I was a child. My mother used to read to us every night before we went to sleep, and to this day, I still read every night.

My love of reading turned into ideas bouncing around in my head for years. In tenth grade we were asked to write a story or a poem for our English class. I wrote the first chapter of a story called Swift Wing. The rest of year, she encouraged me to finish the story and told me that one day she would see my work in print.

I filled many notebooks over the years but never finished them. I knew how hard it was to get a publisher to publish my stories.

When I turned forty—call it a midlife crisis, I don’t know—I decided it was time. I was going to do this. I wanted to write a book.

So, here we are, with my book in your hands. I hope you enjoyed reading it.