Beginning

I have rejoiced in the written word most of my life. From my first love, reading, I escaped chaos and transported myself to other places. As soon as I could read I became insatiable, reading constantly, one book after another. I almost had to repeat the third grade because I refused for one whole school year, to do anything but read.

Ever since I was old enough to compose a small story scribbled out by thick pencils on lined paper, I have been writing. Beginning as a small child, I wrote stories. I escaped from my real world by making up a more pleasant new world.

My journey of reading and writing probably saved my life on many levels. The ability to gain another perspective through reading someone else’s words helped me to gain understanding when I was unable to see past my own pain. The ability to write out what I was unable to articulate with spoken words gave me a private voice to speak my mind, even if my expression was not pretty.

I have written many pages of anger, frustration and fury, only to burn them in the fear that someone reading the expression of my soul on paper would think I was crazy.

I have used my pens and pencils to carve out some peace in my inter-world.

As I continue this journey of self expression I am taking the next step of sharing it, putting it out there in the world.