I've never been a fan of idle hands, neither was my mother. More importantly she wasn't a fan of idle minds either.
If i didn't have a book, or a pencil, or a sewing needle, or a paint brush, or even a garden trowel in hand then i had them in my mind.
I can never find myself bored because my imagination takes me places, evolves stories, and entertains me.
I hope it will entertain you as well.
I suppose i should tell you something about myself, well...
I'm a mom of one with your average boring job of mindless work for not enough pay. But i shouldn't complain, it was out of boredom at said job that i began putting pen to paper and took my daydreams from just daydreams and turned them into stories.
I grew up in a small town in the smallest state in the continental US where I spent the first twenty-two years of my life before making my one and only move to another small town. Only this time it was to the largest state in the continental US. I can't say i like one better than the other, they're incomparable, polar opposites at either ends of the word. However there are things I miss, tall trees, white Christmas', Del's lemonade, the ocean (which i could reach in no more than twenty minutes in any three directions from my house), and my mom's backyard where clover ruled and grass was banned, making barefoot-ness a necessity. New England is a magical place to grow up, where witches were real and fairy rings appeared overnight, i highly recommend it to everyone. Four distinct seasons meant four distinct set of imaginary friends, which i may or may not have outgrown. Fairies dancing in the apple blossoms in the spring, swimming with the undines in the summer, autumn, oh my beautiful autumn, my favorite season by far, it meant running through the forest with the grumpy gnomes as rainbow colored leaves fell around us, and the white witch of winter. Unlike in Narnia, she was kind and the school children worshiped her for her generosity with snow days.
I can't describe myself without talking about the man who's been in my life for the last seven years. He is not my husband, and he probably never will be, on paper at least. Love me or hate me for it, but I'm past that point where that matters. He loves and supports me, even if he doesn't understand me or the way my mind works, and that's all I need.
I never planned on being a writer as a child; as a matter of fact my grand dream was to be a backup dancer for Paula Abdul (laughs). Even now my life goal is to be a doctor of history, though pursing a psychology degree has been recommended many a time to me. I've found this addiction in writing though, watching these characters grow and evolve, feeling their joys and pains. They might be my words but it’s their story, even I don't know where they'll end up, it's something they'll have to tell me.
Want to join me for the ride?
Please let me know what you think and leave a comment, for better or for worse.
Like I said before, I'm no English major, so please forgive the grammatical errors.
Thank you very much for supporting me and my writing, it means a lot to me to have somewhere I can share all the stories I have swirling in my head!
Whatever you can do, or dream you can do begin it.
Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.
Begin it now
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
