I am a grown woman, living a good, suburban life with my family in the Pacific Northwest. I have all that I could want, (OK, a winning Lotto ticket wouldn’t go amiss, just saying) but I am deeply dissatisfied. Is it my children? No, they are good boys. My husband? No, we actually get along well and still enjoy one another after more than twenty years together. My job? Well, yes, but isn’t that true of everyone? Maybe it’s me?
Yes, it’s definitely me.
After years of writing furtively in secret, years of hiding my deeds from those closest to me for fear of being caught, of looking away shamefacedly when someone guessed my dirty secret. It’s time to come clean with the world:
My name is Patti and I have a writing problem.
There, I said it. I have a problem. I cannot sleep for the stories in my head. I cannot function without a constant narrative playing in my mind. I cannot stop telling stories. I am, my dear friends, a writer and it’s time to come out of the closet and come clean. Can you forgive my deception? I can no longer deny who I am, and I no longer want to. I need to be free, I need to share my stories, good or bad, with you dear reader.
Follow me on my journey to success or crashing failure. Learn with me along the way what it means to finally accept who you truly are and embrace your talent, or lack of, with wild, reckless abandon.
It’s time for me to write and, with luck, make a living doing what I love.
Come along with me, it’s time to turn down that road not taken and finally see where it leads us.