I grew up in Alton, Illinois. I never expected to be a writer. I started playing flute in the fifth grade and music quickly became my passion and my career aspiration. I added oboe and a little tenor saxophone by high school.
It was a high school English teacher who first planted the seed, suggesting I had a writing talent and should consider this when I went to college. I filed it away, determined to become a professional musician. But by the end of my freshman year at college, I realized I wasn’t cut out for the competitive professional music world.
Meanwhile, I got a part-time job in the front office at the student newspaper. I remembered what my English teacher said and started looking into journalism. By my sophomore year, I was setting typeface at the paper and had switched my major. By my junior year, I was a student reporter.
Writing became my thing from then on. I still love music and occasionally dust off my old flute to run through a few songs.
But watch out for those insightful teachers!