Foremost, I am a reader. In grade school, I would spend my breaks in the library, then feel sad when I heard the ringing of the bell that signaled the end of recess because it would mean parting with an unfinished book. After school, I would again pass by the library to borrow and take home the maximum allowed number of books, mostly big and hardbound fairy tales with beautiful illustrations. It was in the 3rd grade that I started writing. I came home from school and was heartbroken to find out that my dog had passed away. I wrote a poem about it using my dad’s typewriter and left it on the machine’s roller, purposely for him to read. I felt good after writing my very first piece, but the best part was when my father complimented my composition. I had my first “review” from a reader and it encouraged me! I never had a dog afterwards, but I continued writing from then on.

The reason I write remains the same…to relate ideas, thoughts, opinions, feelings, experiences or any matter of interest to an audience. As a writer, I will always be needy to connect; otherwise, the written words are meaningless, futile, dead.

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