Speaking of Love ...

Last weekend, I had a chance to go to a writers seminar in Phoenix.  The keynote speaker asked how many of us had always wanted to be writers?

I couldn't say it was true for me.  I was one of very few in the audience who hadn't felt the pull from kindergarten.  I stumbled into writing a couple of years ago, but I've always loved a good story.

In grade school I wanted to be a fairy godmother and a storyteller - and in that order.  That was about the size of it.  Give the kid a wand and an audience and I would have been content for life.  

Did  you know there are precious few training programs or jobs available for fairy godmothers?

Until recently, there were just a scant few story telling programs.  My advantage was the stories told to me, almost exclusively, on summer vacation.  My sisters and I pestered aunts, uncles and grandparents to explain people in the pictures and the stories behind them.  There were stories about horse drawn buggies that were driven in the snow by my great grandfather if he was needed to deliver babies.  There were others about watering holes and who swam there a couple of generations prior.  Then there were the stories about relationships and love.  

A year ago, I combined stories from my grandmothers and aunts, twisted them and wrote "How Did You Know?"  It was accepted by Bright Light Multimedia for their current anthology:  Speaking of Love.  It was officially released today.

I'm still looking for someone to make a real, working magic wand.  While I wait, I think I'll continue to twist a few tales.