Between 1996 and 2002, I worked at Starbucks full-time as a barista.

Starting in 1999, I pre-sold (mostly at work) 500 copies ($29.95/each) of my first book-in-progress: a magical realism tale I called, "die reading: an espionage fable". I raised $15,000 towards self-publication, hired a painter for the 1,000-book limited release hardcover dust jacket, a graphic designer to layout the manuscript and cover, and a team to make the website.

I sold advance copies of the book while I wrote it.

Every spare minute I could find in my days were filled with writing. Not isolated in my room somewhere like a typical introvert writer. My extrovert blood combined with my (then) un-diagnosed and untreated ADHD needed to be surrounded by people and culture and coffee. Because my story's antagonist had the same coffee barista gig I did, my work doubled as research. (Even with my coffee discount, anything I bought that was related to coffee was a tax write-off.) Every day, after work, I'd remove my green apron. sit at a table among my fellow coffee drinkers, and write.

You wanna write for a living? You gotta live to write.

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After die reading's Halloween Day 2002 release, 20 die-readers left these glowing reviews about their experience (from the archive.org website). The contrasting 3-star average from a whopping three Amazon reviewers (to date) used to bother me. Until, I realized that all writers have to start somewhere, it's better to weed out those who weren't part of my audience so I could figure out how to better promote future writings to my core audience, and it's a great way to inspire other writers-in-waiting to persevere and power-ahead while learning to write and promote their work.

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I'd had no formal training on how to write a fiction story, but I didn't care. I had an absolute blast writing die reading.

A big part of my research included a four-month stay at New Zealand's Kare Kare beach, where I lived in this beach-facing music studio & home.

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The link is a 12-minute behind-the-scenes video of the making and recording of the 1993 Crowded House album, Together Alone, which took place in this home studio. I didn't get to meet Neil Finn, but I was there at the invitation of the owner, who I'd met in Scottsdale, AZ a few years prior. He'd been passing through on his way to Los Angeles to sign a record deal for his best-selling artist, Emma Paki. I spent a lot of time getting to know her in NZ and we still keep in touch.

Prior to die reading's release, I'd been making maybe 35% of my income from writing website copy, brochures, creative bios, etc. One of the people would bought my book was Diane, a woman in her early 60's. She liked it so much, she hired me in 2003 to coach her to write a children’s book. We started a couple months later and met at her home on a Tuesday morning. After getting me a cup of coffee and catching up a bit, we sat down to get started. I opened my mouth to get us started, but she interrupted me and announced that a month prior, she'd just been diagnosed with terminal spinal cancer. She'd been given six to eight months to live.
 

Wondering why I was sitting there to coach her on writing a children’s book, I asked if we were still doing that.

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“No,” she said. “I want to write my memoir.“
 

So I coached her on how to do that.

A few weeks in, she started chemotherapy. Every time we were going to meet she was either sick, or hadn’t done the homework, or we had to reschedule. During this time, I’d heard her story. This woman was in her mid-60’s. I knew her as this quiet, mousy, church lady. The lady who hosted bible studies at her house for college students.
 

I learned that when she was in high school, she learned that the black sheep of the family, her aunt –a grifter who traveled the country with a man setting up small cons, ripping people off, then skipping town – was her biological mother! The woman she thought was her mom was actually her aunt!
 

Her aunt (who she thought was her mom) was heavily involved in the occult. All through her childhood, Diane routinely saw demons, devils, ghosts, and all manner of the supernatural while she was growing up.

I was riveted.
 

She wasn’t getting her writing assignments done, though; understandably, on account of her illness and chemo. “I’m worried," I said, "that we won’t be able to finish your book in the next six or seven months. I’m great at pretending to be other people and mimicking them in writing. I’d like to pretend to be you and write your book for you, as if I were you. Like a method actor, but instead of the stage, I’d perform on the page.”

I’d never heard of ghostwriting. 
 

She loved the idea and off we went. While working on that project, a Starbucks customer asked what kind of writing projects I was working on. I told her about this one and she said, “Oh! You’re a ghostwriter!”
 

“I’m a what?” I said, hypnotized by the word the instant I heard it.

“You’re a ghostwriter. That’s where you pretend to be someone else and write as if you are them.”
 

If I just use that word when people ask me what kind of writer I am, I thought. They’ll be as mesmerized as I am! They'll ask me all kinds of questions about it and I can talk about all the things I'm writing, not just ghostwriting! I bet I can get clients that way, too!

When I looked into it, I discovered I could make a very good living doing it. I absolutely loved it.  That’s the day I became a ghostwriter.

That was 32 books ago.