Beth Hoffman
I wrote my first short story when I was eleven and sold my first painting at the age of fourteen. I chose a career in art that eventually segued into interior design, but I kept writing and dreaming of becoming a novelist. During the busiest year of my professional life, I nearly died from group A streptococcal infection that resulted in septic shock. After finally being discharged from the hospital, I spent weeks reevaluating my life. As I struggled to regain my health and find spiritual ballast, my dream of writing a novel resurfaced. In January of 2004, a complete stranger said something to me. His words blew the door wide open. I knew if I were to write a novel, it had to be now or never. I chose now. I sold my portion of the design business, and plunked down at my computer. My fingers blazed over the keyboard, and I didn’t come up for air until I typed “The End” nearly four years later on my book, Saving Cee Cee Honeycutt. ww.bethhoffman.net
