In a small town, on a hill behind our house, under an old oak tree…
That’s where my love of reading began.
I’d gotten in trouble more times than I care to admit for hiding away with a sketch book and pencils, or borrowed books from the library.
Every time I walked through the library doors, my breath came a bit quicker. While gazing at the rows and rows of bulging bookshelves, I imagined things I could do, the places I would go. Characters I would meet and stories to discover.
So many books yet to enjoy! A part of Heaven was within reach. I could go anywhere I wanted and be anyone I wanted.
Life couldn’t get any better.
But it did.
I fell in love with storytelling.
Little did I know how much time and effort it took to write. So many times I wanted to give up and simply live a normal life. No more lying awake at night with characters dancing, and yes sometimes nagging, in my head half the night.
But I didn’t give up, the characters wouldn’t let me anyway, and couldn’t be more pleased with my decision.
Most any writer will tell you there are plus and minuses to the life of a writer. You just have to reach out and grab inspiration whenever and wherever it strikes.
Tell your story, and if you’re lucky, readers will catch the magic.
Until next time…I wish you Butterflies, Music and most of all…Love.