I was five years old when I decided that I would be a writer. It was open house at my kindergarten class room. The room was packed with anxious parents and playing children. One mother asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I remember saying without a moments hesitation I would be a writer. I must have thought about this before, but that is the first time that I said it out loud.
Now as I walk though my mid-life it is time I make good on my dream. Well, not to grow up but to become a writer.
Together you and I will make this happen.