When I was three, I watched my mother write a letter to my grandmother and I wanted to write one too. I have a memory of writing pages and pages in red crayon, loops and loops and loops, just like my mother wrote. I then gave the letter to my mother and asked her to read what it said.

I imagine all I’d written was llelellelee leeleleell llelel elel…. but my mother read a story of our trip to the park, the things we saw, the people we met. Oh, the story I’d told! I couldn’t believe I’d written all that! I was hooked on writing for life.

To this day, I enjoy writing anything and everything. Letters to family and friends,  journal entries, worksheets and tests (tee hee), and now novels.