Some people collect stamps, others collect recipes, my collection consists of stacks & stacks of words on paper. Words & the paper that holds them, have been my passion since my elementary school days. I acquired my first manual typewriter at the age of ten. I discovered then, that I seemed to have a talent for communicating my emotions and thoughts onto paper. My passion has persistently kept me company through out my life. Even when I had nothing else, through thick and thin, I have always carried my words with me. And whenever I felt the need, I would write. Writing has always somehow been a type of therapy for me. Whenever I experienced joy, or pain, or sadness, or a revelation, I would simply pull out my notebook and methodically put my thoughts down onto paper.
I have always lived by the motto that one has to be passionate about their work. It would be ideal to get paid to do something that I love to do. I would like to continue with my lifelong passion, and I came to the conclusion that working as a professional writer is something that would allow my creative expression to also be my income resource.
I've always been independent, not so much a loner, but more like I'm on the outside looking in. I could be in a crowd with hundreds of people around me and yet feel as if I don't quite belong. I hope to get the opportunity to share my thoughts with the world, one blog at a time. It's time for me to have fun and stop taking the world so seriously.
