Becoming an author wasn't a dream. It fell upon me like silken bedsheets. Smoothly transitioning my life from photography to writing. 

     I dove into writing children's books. Right into the deep end, then almost drown in my ignorance of the publishing world.  It took six years for me to get on track. I am tired and I am worn from trying everything I read about, but had not money to invest in myself.  

     But I invested time and I learned the craft and my ambition to write more than a simple book has usurped my mind.  I write and I write, but have yet to publishing any of my growing body of work. 

     One day, I will overcome my insecurities about my own words and take the plunge. But I will ensure I don't wallow in the deep end this time.