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?