Every time I walk into a book store or library a feeling consumes me. The feeling is a combination of excitement, inspiration and contentment. I always have the same thought, This is where I belong. I feel at home amongst the sea of books and authors. I envision what the covers of my books will look like. I picture myself sitting at a table with a line of people waiting for me to sign a book. I imagine my name splattered across the books. There is nothing in my life that I have ever been more certain of. I was born to write.
I also think of all of the authors whose dreams have become reality. I often wonder what their stories are. How long did it take them? What inspired them to write their book? When did they know their book would become published? Did they ever want to give up?
I want to hear your story. When did you decide to write? Do you think writing is a calling? What would you do tomorrow if someone told you you could never write again?