The first story I ever told myself was an action adventure where Luke Skywalker rescued Wendy (of Peter Pan) from Darth Vader and pirates. I was five.
The first story I tried to write was a mystery-thriller which began when a Nancy Drew character discovered a hidden passage in my basement and rescued me and my best friends from kidnapping. I was nine.
The first story I seriously dedicated myself to and shared with others still sits in a folder on my computer, where I occasionally read through chapters with a mixture of embarrassment and admiration. Honestly, it’s not a bad start for fourteen.
The path gets murky after this. I spent a year taking baking and pastry courses at community college before flying to Germany for a year to work as an au pair. I studied History and Russian at the University of Edinburgh spent time in Russia learning Russian. I started a career in marketing, worked remotely out of Vienna and Madrid, and eventually settled in Chicago.
But I didn’t stop writing. I still haven’t.
L. H. Lynch 