They say your childhood dreams and aspirations are your purest, truest desires. They are your destiny.
If that’s true, my destiny was written before I could even read on my own. Like most authors, I’ve carried on a life-long love affair with books. From the time I was about eight years old, my vision of life as a grown-up included having a dozen children and a room at the top of an old Victorian mansion where I would spend my days looking out at the sea and writing stories.
A dozen kids and solitude? Hey - I was eight. What did I know?
Except that I wanted to be a writer.
I couldn’t decide what to write, opting mostly for mysteries until I realized I couldn’t plot an escape route from a three-sided phone booth, much less a murder. It was during a six-week bedside vigil when mom was in the ICU that my sister introduced me to historical romances. I devoured them. The first time I thought “I can do this,” I felt a calm settle over me and a feeling of “coming home.” I was ready to run.
Life… Juggling marriage, a husband with a full-time job and full-time school, four children (I had to down-size my original vision - economics, you know), multiple jobs, my best friend’s cancer diagnosis that led both of us down a metaphysical path as we spent hours talking about destiny, intention, attraction, energy work and more. Life experiences. Rich and full.
It’s all led to this.
Where I was meant to be - right from the beginning.
Ms. Bond lives in the best place on earth - Western New York - not quite close enough to see the waterfront, but close enough that you’ll often find her there, camera and notebook in hand, patient, hero-inspiring husband nearby. “Only” four children, not a dozen, but count in their spouses and grandchildren, and she’s getting closer.
She may still try her hand at mysteries. She hasn’t seen a three-sided phone booth in years.
- Patricia Bond