I remember I once commented on the fact that a man had to register for the draft at 19, he could drive a car when he was 16, could vote when he was 18, and had to wait until he was 21 to drink. “Just when is a man, a man?” I wondered. My aunt filled me in on the answer. “When he has a mortgage.”
In 1989 I bought a house, had a mortgage. I also had a new baby, and started back to college– and was working full time. I didn’t have time to do much writing. By 1992, I had a second baby and had decided that I wanted to be a teacher. I graduated from UNLV in 1994.
About the only writing I did in this entire period was to add a few chapters to Princess of Amathar.