Somewhere I still have the little cowboy and Indian figures they gave us after a ride if we were good. I wish I could say I dreamed of being a cowgirl, but I don't remember that. . . . From about age 7 or 8 on, I wanted to be a writer. I had some vague notion of sitting in a big wingback chair, wearing a jacket with elbow patches and smoking a pipe in a room with lots of wood and books up to the ceiling. I still dream about that. . . .
Nobody ever says they want to be a secretary when they grow up.
What started out as a way to work my way through school ended up becoming what I did. I woke up at some point last year when I realized that writing and working on my sites is where my joy and passion were. I'm back in school taking multimedia and DTP classes and loving every minute of it. I've got so many interests and talents, writing is probably the only job title with enough room to grow. I have always wanted to be a pilot, ever since I was a kid.