The books of May are here—fresh, fierce, and full of feels.
Julie Ortolon
Most authors will tell you they've been writing and reading
since childhood. Not me. I hated reading and never imagined
I'd someday be a writer. Of course, the fact that I have
dyslexia probably has a tiny bit to do with my aversion to
the written word.
Nonetheless, I had a very active imagination and spent most
of my school years staring out the window dreaming up
stories. When I finally escaped the torture of public
school, I attended Schreiner College in the Texas Hill
Country. Schreiner specializes in programs for students
with learning disabilities. With the help of a school
administrator, who was willing to type out one of my short
stories, I entered a writing contest—won first place!
That was when I started longing for a way to get the other
stories that were in my head down on paper. But the act of
writing longhand, when I couldn't spell, could barely read,
and knew zip about punctuation, proved impossible.
So, I became an artist instead—and was perfectly happy.
Then came the day my journalist husband brought home a
computer, and I discovered the wonders of "spell check." I
cannot describe how I felt in that moment. That computer
was like a magic box—a gateway into a world where anything
was possible. I spend every spare minute teaching myself to
type, read, punctuate, and somehow get my stories out of my
head and onto that glowing white screen.
Ten years, and five complete manuscripts later, I had
another magical moment—the day I sold my first book. When I
got the news I screamed and cried and made a perfectly
ecstatic fool of myself.
The journey to becoming a published author was long and
hard, but writing is the most thrilling thing I've ever
done.