At eight years old I vowed to my teacher I would be a writer someday. That same year I received a manual typewriter as a Christmas gift. I proceeded to finger peck the keys into worried stubs.
When I was twenty years old, inspired by Kathleen Woodiwiss, I wrote my first romance novel on an electric typewriter. I sent my manuscript to a publisher with the naivety and toughness of a baby bird. At my first rejection letter I re-examined my life, went to college, and got a job.
After many years slaving in a highly stressful career as a government social worker I was tired. My dream to write lay buried in a shallow grave, but there was still a heartbeat. And then I read Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series, and my writing spirit was uplifted. I knew what I must do.
Now I pound the keys of a laptop with Microsoft Word and I wonder if this is what heaven is like.