For the longest time I have felt the urge, the call, and the need to
write. However, one should not walk
until one can crawl. Maintaining the
balance of life’s loads while still crawling and basking in humility is an
intricate balancing act that requires perfect timing. Will life notify me if and when I have mastered
the timing? It is
interesting that the experiences I need to hone the nib of my pen are dancing
in my life ever so much more vividly than before. There is so much that I want to memorialize. There is even so much more that I yearn to
create in the wonderful world of fiction.
Writing is indeed a work of art. Dare I consider myself an artist?
