The girl in this picture had dreams of becoming a writer, a novelist. She/I had no direction, no idea what it took to make my dream come true. 

With no confidence in my abilities and no drive to succeed, I let the dream go to sleep. Some people say that their dreams died. Mine never did; it went to sleep. My dream of writing slowly re-emerged over the years and, while still groggy, it is awake. 

I write because I can't not write. I have more confidence now, possibly unfounded, but it's there. I will always think of myself as a writer. I have had two pieces published, a flash fiction story and a personal essay. 

I write all kinds of things, bad poetry, boring non-fiction, I'm pretty good at fiction. I always write and I always will!