Words for me are mystical. When the right word can sum up a feeling or a thought it holds a lot of power. I have loved writing since I was about ten years old. I would make up stories about me and my friends. We were usually super heroes or exploring some strange new land. My favorite thing to play with was an over-sized No. 2 pencil and a stack of paper. My room was often littered with the hand-written pages of my latest obsession. Then I grew up. I went to college, got my first job, bought a car, etc. Life became busy and my passion for writing got pushed aside for a time. By the 1990s, I was working at my first full-time job at an insurance company. Still, I found myself drawn to writing and took a college course on short stories twice a week during my lunch hour. Soon after, I enrolled in the LongRidge Writers Group and worked on sharpening my skills. It was 1997, and a friend suggested I apply for a job at a local newspaper. To my complete surprise, they offered me a job. I was now getting paid to write as a reporter! For eight years I had a love affair with my job. It wasn't until about 2005 when the newspaper industry started to suffer a downturn that I saw the writing on the wall. I shifted careers back into the insurance industry but held on to my love for writing. I have written several short stories and have finished my first novella "Dark Druid Rising," which is first book in a trilogy based on a short story I first wrote when I was seventeen. Writing for me is a great release for all the strange thoughts that rattle around in my head. It's nice to think I could earn a living from it but even better that people want to read the stuff I write. It's a love/hate relationship that I can't imagine being without.