Kemper Donovan
I always said that if anyone ever cared to ask, I would be honest about not growing up wanting to be a writer. Because it’s true; I dabbled here and there, but it wasn’t until I was almost thirty years old that I got serious about writing. I’d been a lifelong reader, and I’d built a career working with other creatives, but eventually I had to face the fact that it wasn’t enough. I had to create something of my own. I cannot say why I felt this way, just that I did, and that acceptance was the first step. The next steps, as it turned out, were a series of false starts and wrong turns and crushing disappointments and trifling disappointments and over time, enough modest successes to allow me to cobble together a publishing deal for my first novel, eight(ish) years later…
And now, the struggle continues. Each day I try to write something worthwhile. Because I cannot imagine doing anything else.