It was the winter of 2002 either late November or early December. I was wearing a heavy thick-down Jacket. That year I decided I was going to Japan. Since I was 12 years old, I always wanted to go to Japan. But was waiting for destiny to lift me up on her wings and whisk me away to Japan. But life doesn’t work that way. After talking to a friend, in the summer of 2002, who is somewhat clairvoyant I decided I would take the plunge and just go. I had $800 in my pocket and an airplane ticket. At the time I didn’t even have somewhere to stay or any extra income. But I knew if I didn’t go then I would have never gone. My friend was right.
I landed in Japan and without even knowing it, my friends were there to pick me up from the airport. Another friend had offered me a place to stay. In a loft above her kitchen that I couldn’t even stand up straight in to get dressed and the next day after landing, I found a job. It felt like I was meant to go to Japan. But I had to take a blind leap.
During that era, I was a hardcore club-kid going to the clubs almost every night. I was lucky enough to have met so many cool people who years later would help me out when I was in Japan. I ran into a lot of dancers from
New York City that would go to Japan and stay for 3 months to teach House Dance.
On that particular day, I was walking with one friend from New Jersey who was staying in Tokyo as well. I remember exactly where we were. Because money was tight for the both of us, we walked to many places. We were walking from Shibuya to Roppongi which is about a half-hour walk. There is an area where we must cross through a tunnel. It was right in this area where I decided I was going to become a writer. At the time I had no idea what I would write but I knew I wanted to write. I’m not sure what it was exactly but the urge to write emerged. I declared to him and the universe that I would become a writer. I am certain that Japan was the catalyst. I end up coming back to New York.
My original plan was to move to Guam from Japan, but a typhoon hit Guam and I had to change my plans. I felt really down when I 1st came back, I wanted to live in a different part of the world but for some reason, the universe kept me in New York.
I started my 1st book and my computer crashed and I lost everything. I started my 2nd book and the same thing happened. By the time I started the 3rd try I learn my lesson and backed everything up. My 1st completed book took 6 yrs to finish. In those 6 yrs, I learned a lot about myself and perseverance. To my surprise, I was sucked into the world that I was creating. I now was looking at the world differently. I was finding a unique experience in everything I looked at and experienced. My imagination now had permission to dream big. So big that my characters could now travel to new worlds and meet different types of beings. So this is the reason why I write. I hope you enjoyed my blog. Let me know if you have any questions about it.