The writer in me laid dormant for years. I remember in my early teens sitting at a table in front of a window with aspirations of writing a novel. Pages were written, torn and tossed repeatedly.
When life took me down another path, I set aside any thoughts of being a great writer, turning instead to my artistic talents - painting and drawing. Marriage and moving soon stifled this creativity as well.
My creative energy poured into my home - decorating as my only outlet. I soon tried my hand at quilting, cross-stitch and basket weaving. Had it not been for the twist and turns in my journey I would not have discovered these other talents.
Coming full circle the writer in me has emerged again. I've had the privilege of a couple of articles published. You can also find an essay in the first chapter of A Scrapbook of Christmas Firsts.
I haven't written the great American novel, yet. Still my writing has served me well. During difficult times it has been a way to talk out my emotions. It has allowed me to discover the truth of my own nature. When too easily distracted during prayer, it has been a way to stay focused.
Writing is a wonderful way to begin a journey of self-discovery. It is my desire to inspire others to take a journey for themselves.
You are invited to journey with me.
