I wrote my book and it came easily to me because it was based on a difficult part of my life. I may write another book someday but writin does not come easily to me. The words do not flow. I do not have a good imagination and I cannot think of anything I like more than giving someone else my idea and letting them develop it as their own. It takes years to write something that is any good. After a year and a half of making excuses I decided that I am not a writer.
Maybe one day I will read a book based on one of my idea. Maybe my youngest daughter will take one of my ideas and write a book. She is a great writer at 7. Her stories are great. Of course that is a mother's pride in her daughter.
I did study to be a teacher and the blog satisfies this. Helping others with talent makes me proud. Who knows what the future holds
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