I’ve had a very active imagination for as long as I can remember.

The only girl in a military family, I had a continuous running series of stories that I would return to often, depending on where I was.

In high school this kicked into high gear, and I spent a lot of time writing my stories down. It was an amazing process for me – the stories would unfold even as I wrote them. I wouldn’t know how the story would end, until I finished.

I had a running story I brought to school a few pages at a time, and my friends would read it.

I also wrote a lot of poetry. I had a lot of feelings that were intense, and my observations came out through the poems I struggled with.

I won state and national writing awards. I’ve been published. It came and went so fast.

Fast forward a few decades.

I’m going to see one of my favorite writers tomorrow.

His columns inspire me, and his stories resonate.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a Wife, Mama, and a writer.

It’s time to pull that writer off the back burner.