Why do I Write?

•  When I write, it's as though I'm a child again, exploring a world of possibility, of new insights, of learning. I love it. For me, writing is a kind of Victorian love affair, stolen moments, furtive glances, windows opening to unrequited love and the mystery of life. A gloved hand that reaches to the pen or keyboard to touch and send a message of undying love for the written word and all expressions of creativity. For my free moments I love to touch the earth and pull out sweet carrots and beets and all things that it has decided to give me every summer. I love to walk the deserts and the mountains, swim across the lakes, and love the person that reaches out to me.