From time to time, I would get the urge to start my book and go as far as buying a stack of steno pads and lots of pencils. This went on for years until one day; I encountered a flyer hanging at a local library. The flyer showed promise - at least it did for me. It was for a workshop by a local author willing to show others how to get started writing a book. It seemed that the flyer was speaking directly to me. The flyer made it all sound so possible, even though I had never put pen to paper for pleasure.

So, the day before the workshop, I bought another stack of steno pads and lots of mechanical pencils and set out for the "How to be an author" workshop ... That is not really what the title was; however, it was in my mind.

Attending the workshop, I was impressed with the young lady presenting and went home with the greatest intentions. However, I ended up using most of the steno pads at work. From time to time, I would look at the remaining dusty steno pads, and each time, I would convince myself it was not a good time for me.

Several years later, my health worsened, and part of me longed for a distraction from my daily pains and discomfort when I received a message from the author about how she was doing another workshop. The following week, I gathered enough energy to attend her workshop and she was very patient with me, encouraging me to write about my childhood and I found the words came relatively easy for me. That was a little over six years ago, and the stories about my childhood take up over 850 pages. Plus, I have filled another 100 plus steno pads writing science fiction, mysteries, comedies, plays, and non-fiction and coping with Multiple Sclerosis. So, to say that I had a book in me is a gross understatement.

Now, I can't imagine not writing.

Thank you, Elizabeth. You are a true inspiration!