I always loved making up stories, especially when I was a kid getting into
trouble, which happened quite often. They were incredible, and hard to
believe, but they worked. I only got spanked half of the time. Plus it was
an easy way to make friends. I was the ugly duckling that always got picked on, and it was better to make things up, than get beat up. All those crazy stories running around in my head eventually found their way downon paper,and my love for making up stories turned to writing them. Unfortunately, after high school I stopped. I found myself married with children, and without any timeto write. For the past twenty years nursing has been my love. Then I lost my job and everything that I owned. I ended up with nothing and almost lost my mind. I had so many crazy thoughts running wild in my head that I almost snapped, then
I decided to write them all down. It was either that, or be in a drunken stupor all the time. Now I'm back to my first love, writing, and that's the only thing that kept me from going completely over the edge.