I have always written. Scribbles, single words or part sentences. Words come whenever and wherever they feel like, not sure the control is mine at all! I wrote as a little girl and dreamt, way back then, to publish. Things were different then. It had to be a publishing deal or nothing. That isn’t so anymore. I published myself and could not explain what an amazing feeling it is to see my work, those determined words and letters that have forced their way to the forefront, actually in little books of their own. All my babies, every single one of them. I love to write. I have to write. It is a part of me that spills out and grows into a thing of its own. Sometimes it comes at the ‘not ready’ time, and I have to let it sit until the parts that will make it into ‘something’ arrive, and make it whole. Here’s me, thinking I have a plan when in reality, I am just a scribbler. So I write, and I always will. Because it’s who I am.