I write because I can’t stop.
I write every day. It’s not a chore; it’s not a pain. I just can’t stop.
Even when I don’t set a pen to paper or open my computer, I’m writing. If I’m having a conversation with someone, I’m writing it out in my head. Every time someone says something, my head says, “she said, he said.” It’s only a matter of time before I’ll actually write it down on paper.
I wrote my first book when I was ten. I had thought it was enough, before, to just write in my head. But when my mother suggested I write a little book for my grandfather for his seventieth birthday, the idea was infectious.
I write because I want to remember.
I was born in St. Louis Missouri on July 23 in the wonderful year 1998 when my parents suddenly realized they were parents! I grew up within the affection of my wonderful mother and father. Their love has consistently soaked through every memory I can scrape together from my first four years of life before my cunning and glamorous younger sister was born and all the years that followed after.
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Thanks to my great friend and awesome web designer, Leila Rand, I now have my own website. Here is were my blog will now live and breathe. Let’s hope allergy season doesn’t slow it down too much.
So, my friends, I welcome you to my blog, where I will continue to rant, rave, and reveal. I hope you will join in the fun.
By the way, until a few minutes ago I didn’t know that the phrase “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears,” was from a speech by Mark Antony in Shakespear’s Julius Caesar. And I call myself I writer? Well, once again, I’m reminded that as much as I think I know about writing and as much as I think I’ve read, there is so much more I don’t know. This reminds me of two more reasons why I write– to explore the wonders of the world and, of course, to make up stuff. It’s not the stories you tell that matter, but how you tell them. Did Shakespear write that one too?