March 2012.…where the story grows. I decide to write a thousand words a day, early in the morning, while the city is dark. The book is a memoir, but it’s bigger than me. Sex is the big star of this story, but so is liberation. I commit to a page-turner with no censorship. I eat well, see the sun rise, and nail my goal everyday.
March 2012. In February, I left a twenty-five year business career and moved to South America to learn Spanish. I started putting my story to paper, and a month later I called myself a writer. In Spanish they say, “soy escritora.” I am chick writer.