Books! Books! Books!

I love books! Collecting them, reading them, making notes in them, and getting lost in the excitement of a new world of ideas or characters. From the time I first held a fat, black pencil in my chubby fingers and made lopsided letters on lined paper, I loved to write. I scrawled rambling stories that nobody read but me. Later, I crafted simple plays that my friends acted out in neighborhood garages, decorated with crepe paper and make-shift props.

Through high school and college, I welcomed writing assignments and helpful comments from insightful professors. As a wife, mother, and teacher, daily routine competed with my enthusiasm for writing. But in the quiet of early morning hours, I often escaped to the oasis of  a journal or the nurture of books.

Many writers have helped me to improve my work. Thank you, dear friends, for your critiques and support.