For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a fan of words. One of the earliest memories I have is of being with my mom at the salon, waiting while she had her hair done. I had not yet learned to write, but I had a crayon and a pad of paper and was diligently “writing” away, stopping every now and then to hold up the pad of paper and ask if I’d made any words yet. I have no idea why that is stuck in my head, and I have a suspicion that it’s a story I was told rather than one I remember, but I know the fondness for words is real.
I think one of the reasons I write is because I love to play with words. There is nothing like finding just the right combination of words to get an exact thought on the page. Though, in all honesty, my writing is often filled with underlined spaces where I’ve been unable to think of the word I want and have pressed onward, hoping the right word would come to mind eventually. Continue reading