There was a time when writing was not my forte. Sometimes I wonder how it all started. I can’t explain how it started. Suffice it to say it just started.
I’d be sitting down, and thoughts or situations would come to mind and urge me to grab a piece of paper and a pencil, and before I knew it, I was writing every thought and feeling. I think it’s fair to say that I never got into writing; writing got into me.
I love words and what they mean and how they can change in meaning according to the context. I believe people relate to life in their world and hope my words stir the imagination in both humanity and nature. I hope my words make children think and ask questions. Their minds are uncluttered and inquisitive. We were all children and cherished our childhood as the best part of our lives. With my writing, I just revisit those old, fun times and feel like a child again.
I find it a release to write the occasional childish words and bring fun and laughter with poems about animals that do amazing things. It’s my world on paper. Writing was the last thing on my mind, and now Facebook or pencil and pen are never far from reach.
