Karin Beery
I wrote my first novel after my husband was diagnosed with cancer. We’d barely started our life together when he was diagnosed nine months after our wedding. Emotional and confused, I started reading. That led to writing. That led to years of experimentation with different types of writing and editing.
I started writing as a means of escape. I continued writing as a means of exploration. I’m still writing because I love it. I spend my days composing business and promotional copy (an art form of its own). I dedicate my nights to writing and editing novels.
Writing is my job and my passion. My burden and my joy. Every day is a struggle – to want to sit at the keyboard another hour to write my novel, even though I’ve already spent the entire day composing – but the rewards are worth it. I can create, manipulate, and destroy with a push of a button. It’s empowering, yet terrifying.
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