Thanks to a prompt at The Naked Hero I’m posting this on my blog.
Before I was a Writer…
Before I was a writer I heard voices in my head that no one else did. I had imaginary friends more real than the kids on the neighborhood block. I had movies running through my dreams. Whole stories with beginnings, middles, and ends.
Before I was a writer I didn’t know there were others out there just like me. I didn’t know others heard voices in their heads. That others had voices screaming “write my story”.
Before I was a writer I was alone with the voices in my head. Now I have others to help me put the voices into a book and to rest.