It makes people wonder...how did I go from a professional hockey player to a published novelist? Many people ask me why I write.
My enthusiasm for books stems from my mother. Although she died when I was young, most of my early memories of her include books and her love for reading. I remember a mountain of Danielle Steele novels stacked on the bedside table, as my mother was a sucker for steamy romance and love stories. I don’t remember much of my mother, but what I do I cherish.
There are no writers in my family, but there is no shortage of readers. My father and both my sisters are also avid readers. They read anything from novels to biographies.
So why do I write...to be honest, it started out as a hobby.
It was the winter of 2000, my second year of professional hockey, and I was playing in Oklahoma City. After sustaining a season ending eye injury (one of the scariest moments of my life), I found myself with time on his hands.
My girlfriend at the time, who is now my wife, was attending a French college in Montreal. She received an English assignment to write a short story, and asked me for some help.
I loved the experience—creating vivid characters and generating a wire-taut plot.
After that I thought...why not me?
I sat down at my roommate’s computer and began typing. I wrote a little everyday, around my intense rehabilitation schedule and before I knew it I had completed my first manuscript.
I didn’t write with the intention of being published. I wrote for the love of writing.
Twelve years later, I still write for pleasure—and I still love it! The fact that I am being published is a bonus.
Writing allows me, for a short time, the freedom to leave my everyday world and explore new avenues, to be in another place and time. It allows me to get inside the head of characters—to think, do, and say whatever I want with no rules or restrictions.
It means liberty and freedom to express myself.
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