Over the years I talked to various people about my desire to write, but took no action. I have numerous journals dotted with notes on great story ideas and half created heroes and villains. All collecting dust. Flash forward to where you find me today. I've been blessed with an amazing life. As I told people about my adventures, people told me I should write. I heard them, but didn't listen; I didn't believe. But that desire to write my story nagged me and I began to wonder if those people were right. I became focused on making my story come alive through the written word.
Since that decision I have written my first book, a memoir. It's a story of a six month motorcycle adventure full of interesting people, crashes and blown tires.
As Stephen King says, writing has enriched my life more than I ever expected.
I have been told I am a natural storyteller. It's true, I love it. As a kid reading was, and still is, one of my my favorite pastimes. That love of story brought me to writing. I have held off writing for a long time, mostly because of a fear of rejection. An insecurity that I wouldn't be any good at it.