When you have a gift, you have to do it. Whether it is drawing motorcycles like my son, or writing books like me, or going to school, or working at a job that you know you are destined to do, it calls you.
It draws you. There is no reasoning or comprehending.
You just have to do it.
You are called.
You are chosen just for that task … or job … No one else can do it but you.
Checking the thread of pipes. (Ask my sister or read the book! It comes out soon!)
Changing chapter numbers. I inserted chapter fourteen in between thirty-four and thirty-five. (Or I think it was there.) Then I had to go all through the chapter list to change the chapter numbers. (If anyone out there knows an easier way … )
Recently, I was asked to participate in an author panel at a local library. Me. I could get nervous if I let myself, but what really hits me is: I am an author if I have been invited to be on an author panel!
Since that call, I have been thinking about what I will talk about (and what I will not talk about! Lol!). Like … how did I start writing?
I have journaled for many years, through many spiral notebooks, hardbound sketchbooks (I draw/doodle in them too), and moleskins I keep in my purse.
But I remember well the day I actually wrote my first fiction.