Much of my life was spent under the assumption that the dreaded question "What do you want to be when you grow up?"meant it had to be something that fell in the 9-5 category. A steady paycheck rolling in every two weeks, staff meetings and job titles. It wasn't until the last few months of my moms life, that I realized I was sadly mistaken. What you want to be, is, well, what you want to be. Like most, I am good at several things in life. I've been promoted, gotten raises and congratulatory slaps on the back. But I didn't love any of them. Writing, however, I have always loved. The power to take a random thought, let it brew for a minute, mind spinning with possibilities as to why someone would do that, what would happen if they went here, how would they carry on if that happened. Well, that's just too tempting for me to pass up. Looking at pictures in your mind, and wondering "What if..." That is what writing is for me, playtime mixed with goals, struggle meets determination.
