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.


One thought on “Writer

  1. Hey that is great. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, and I am 45. My son (10) has decided he wants to be a scientist.


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