The Beginning

My love for writing goes back almost as far as my early experiences within my imagination. I was around eleven or twelve when I started putting my imagination down on paper using old copybooks, envelopes and whatever else I could find around the house. (We weren’t just poor, we were po!) My sister, Robin, recognizing that I really liked writing, sold me her second hand, blue Olympia portable typewriter for twenty dollars, which was a small fortune for a twelve-year-old. With the machine set up on two milk crates stacked one on the other and a folding chair, I’d happily tap away for what felt like hours in imagined worlds and realities of my own making. Now that I’m much older, I can honestly say that sharing my writings with others and even launching this site is a scary and intimidating process. If creative writing is like childbirth, then the finished product is like the writer’s baby. No parent in the world wants others to call their baby ugly. So, this site represents another beginning for me and I’m ready to type my first keystrokes on a new-to-me machine.