You know how people are always asking: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Well, I've known the answer to that question for quite a while. Not that I ever plan on growing up. My tastes were varied; a wife, a mother, a dog trainer, and a writer. Well, here I am, living the dream.
I want to be a published writer someday. And I'm not counting that pretty awesome poem that got picked to be published in that one compilation of poetry that I don't even know the name of. I'm talking about books. Ones that people read, enjoy, and re-read. Ones that people share with their children because of the emotional connection they feel with the characters. Ones that dare people to dream, give people hope and entice people to enter a world that feels so real, so engaging that they don't want to leave.
That's the kind of book I like.
So, it is this journey on which I embark now. Wish me luck. I'll never succeed if I don't try.