Once upon a time I entered UCLA as a Theatre Arts major. A person has to try on a major to see if it fits. This one did not. After a year-and-half of seeming to study, I realized that I was not. I walked away from academia.
Later I married and returned to academia as an English major–at the University of California at Northridge where the class sizes were small. It was a fit. I was invited into the Honors Program. My intention was t become a high school English teacher.
I tried on three years of teaching and discovered that it, too, was not a fit.
I became a mother. That fit perfectly.
During the next twenty years I continued to read the great writers: Melville and Moliere. Henry James and Tolstoy.
Then came an afternoon when our daughter came home from high school with a girlfriend who announced, “My mother is writing a novel.”
What!I telephoned the mother who told me she was in a novels workshop. And so my life changed. Five novels later and a collection of short stories . . . .