My writing career began in the closet, where--thankfully--my first several novels remain. I worked as a fulltime choral conductor and assistant professor of music education, and writing fiction was a strictly clandestine hobby. A passing phase, I thought.
Then the needs of small children convinced me to switch to part-time teaching. For the first couple of years as a mostly stay-at-home-mom, it was all I could do to complete the metamorphosis from domestically-challenged career woman to culinary-queen and housework goddess. (Okay...Some transitions are never fully realized.) But later, when the kids got in school, the characters in my head found time to come out again. Murderers, cops, victims, lovers. I wrote down everything they did and said, then finally decided to see if anyone but me wanted to read about them.
Now, I lead a double life. Some days are spent in the university classroom or at the rehearsal podium; others spent chasing villains on my laptop.
So what do I do when I'm not creating music teachers or psycho murderers? (Two unrelated populations, I assure you.) With a husband, two teenagers, and way too many furry, feathery, and scaly things, there isn't a lot of time left. It's enough to keep up with the jobs, the house, the yard, and the family schedule, and hope no one on my laptop gets murdered when I'm not looking.