I have been thinking about writing…

…dreaming about writing, and actually writing for almost all of my life. As a child, I’d tell myself stories before going to sleep - complicated tales with many characters, one chapter of the story per night. In those stories, sometimes I was an active participant, other times I was simply watching the story unfold, unperturbed by the fate visited upon the lives I created in my mind’s eye, knowing all too well that another night would come and I could reinvent the story new.

The labor of writing is a quiet and mysterious one. Some days it works, other days it doesn’t. And in truth, I believe that a story can live inside of a writer for years before it leaps out into the tap-tap-tap of a keyboard or the scratching of pen on paper. So many stories never leap, and that is okay, because so many do.

I am marveled by storytelling, by transporting people’s minds and hearts into a world that is beyond what they see and feel around them. It’s the best kind of magic. I want to be a part of it… and so, I write.