When I was a kid I used to start writing these really great stories, that I was sure we're going to be great novels, and then I'd get bored with them and quit which is why I totally admire authors who write novels when the longest thing I can manage is a short, short story....

As a teenager, full of a great deal of the usual teenage angst, I wrote a lot of poetry.

Then I fell in love, got married, had kids, lost the angst and developed sleep deprivation and didn't have time for a whole lot of writing.

The writing flame was rekindled when I became involved in editing our church newsletter, and decided I needed to do a really good job of it, so I had to take a writing course, and the rest is history...

I enjoy the writing, I'm thrilled to death when something I write gets published somewhere (anywhere) and I really glow when someone tells me they like something I've written.

I'm only starting to really let myself call myself a "writer" now.

Its a crazy, frustrating, fulfilling, passion consuming obsession that we writers have, isn't it?