“Oh, how scary and wonderful it is that words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.”
For those who don’t understand why I became a writer, I will share a few of the reasons I did. I occasionally get this asked by non-writers. What makes writing special to me? It all started back in my youth. My grandpa told many, many make-believe stories he came up with himself. They always made me laugh. If he had become a writer, he would’ve written humor/comedy stories. Thanks to my papa, I chose to write.
I’ve always loved the written word. I started writing silly little poems as a little girl. I even started a story about a clumsy, colt who runs away from home and winds up on a great adventure. I even did my own illustrations, too. By age 24, I decided to write a full-length novel. I was determined to do it. And I did. It was a YA novel about 3 young women who meet in college and then wind up having a falling out. One of them is caught in the middle of the squabble. Of course, they wind up patching things up.
The process of writing those grew my love of pen and paper. Putting words to paper (and even typing on a computer at times) fills my heart with joy. It’s something I fell in love with from my papa’s stories all the way to when I started to pen my own. Words and ink are in my heart and always will be.