The desire to write has been upon me since I can remember. As a child I would get together with my siblings and create impromptu plays. Or we would play imaginary adventures in our walnut tree or stranded old bus on our 30-acre homestead in Oregon. Later we converted our old Toyota wagon into a space-ship using waffle irons and toasters. It was great fun. In fact, I wish I could have taken pictures or video of some of the adventures we came up with. I'm sure they would have made great stories. Short stories, at least.
Novels didn't begin blossoming in my over-active imagination until I was 16. A shy teen that was viewed as an outsider, I lived through my characters. There was so much pain and depth of emotion to experience through them! So many safe adventures of danger and risk that helped my brain figure out the cause and effect of such a wide variety of decisions. A luxury not many have access to. And how much I learned about myself!
Because of my adventures with my characters I see life through different glasses. My brain sees more facets of possibilities. I'm eccentric, true, but I'm more complete and certain of my identity. A fact I wouldn't trade for all the gold in the world! I like who I've become and enjoy the challenge that is to be had in creating the perfect story for the characters sitting in the back stage of my imagination.
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