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Picture this …

You are people watching rather than soccer watching.  You see a 40 something woman yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs at the game obviously intently watching.  Typical, average soccer mom kind of person complete with the appropriate coloring sweatshirt to match that on the bright orange team shirts fluttering by on the field.  Hair and eyes hidden well beneath the baseball cap, the whistle blows for half time.  The woman drops back down to the lounging lawn chair picks up a notebook and frantically starts writing never hearing or noticing anything around her.  Like she is lost in some fantasy world found on the blank lines of the paper, dropping the notebook as soon as the whistle blows back to the bag.  
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Picture this …

You are people watching rather than soccer watching.  You see a 40 something woman yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs at the game obviously intently watching.  Typical, average soccer mom kind of person complete with the appropriate coloring sweatshirt to match that on the bright orange team shirts fluttering by on the field.  Hair and eyes hidden well beneath the baseball cap, the whistle blows for half time.  The woman drops back down to the lounging lawn chair picks up a notebook and frantically starts writing never hearing or noticing anything around her.  Like she is lost in some fantasy world found on the blank lines of the paper, dropping the notebook as soon as the whistle blows back to the bag.  

That would be me every Saturday.  I write for the pleasure and joy of writing.  I am just learning the craft of writing.  Punctuation and grammar are not friends of mine, yet.  I have three kids.  My oldest is an amazing woman who serves as a member of the Armed Forces.  My younger two are just as incredible.  I am married to my best friend.  He is my partner, my friend, my husband, an incredible father, my lover and my rock of strength.

I like to say I retired at 30 from the 9-5 work force.  In reality, I left a job as a Project Administrator for a Defense Contractor due to becoming physically disabled.   We decided in 2005 that life was too short and packed up our belongings after buying a place over the internet and moved 1500 miles south.  Thank you to the Powers that Be, I never have to shovel another driveway again.

I spend three hours a day writing something.  Until recently, I have never shown anyone but my husband what I have written.  It is a trip to learn the craft of writing is vastly different from the art of story telling.