I started out with dairies and then journals. I escaped my problems through my romance novels and writing about my feelings in my dairies. I had no one that I could tell the truth about how I felt to. So, I learned to put it on paper. So, in reality I have been an author for over fifty years.
I never called myself one, because I thought that I was not one since I did not publish it. Well, a friend not in the program, called me an author a few days ago. I write for several blogs, and I have written many things. I said to myself, yes I AM!
So, I am now sixty and hopefully I will stop putting off being happy and believe that I AM an author. Even if no one ever reads my work, or does not like it, I will have pleased myself by expressing myself and just being me.
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