Why Writing?

I’ve always had an imagination, just like many of you but I never thought to be a writer. It never dawned on me that writing was a passion of mine until nearly 7 years ago. My focus through life was to get out of school, go to college and get a good job. Writing was furthest from my mind. I’d seen my mom, who’s an artist, struggle through life and I’d formed an early idea that artist’s didn’t eat very well. So, I steered clear of art even though I loved to sketch when I was young and work with my hands in pottery. I put those ideas right out of my head and focused on being a productive member of society and to make money to buy food, shelter, you know, the things one needs in life to survive.

It took me a lot of soul searching for years to finally come to this conclusion to write. I’m not talking about just writing once in a while, but all the time and eventually for my lively hood, God willing.

I started seven years ago and it’s been painful as well as an enjoyable journey to now. I hope to share with you my struggles, my excitement and my stories.

I have my first book submitted to an editor – this is my fifth or sixth book I’ve written but none have made it this far. So I’m excited about my new book called “The Broken Christmas Tree.” I can’t wait to share it.