I am almost fifty-two now, I have lived my family life, been married a long time and raised my kids and have grandkids. Worked in all types of jobs, and have owned two businesses of my own. But all I have ever wanted to be is a writer. I have been writing since I was a young teen - around 13. I became interested in reading books a few years before that, and figured I should try my hand at it. I loved romance and westerns the most, so of course the book I started writing had to be a romantic western. But I ended up scraping that book. Then I got into science fiction and started another story, have you ever heard of a romantic sci-fi? But it was so hard trying to figure out the logistics of the story, so I gave that one up too. I did have a little success, I “sold” (was paid no money) a short story to a journal that took two years to finally publish the story and I got one stinking copy of the magazine for all my hard work. But hey at least I could say I had been published. So now, over 20 years later, I find myself writing articles on-line for a few cents here and there. It’s not too bad; because I let the few cents build up and use the money to feed my reading habits. I am still working on that long lost romance novel. I doubt it will ever get finished, let alone published. But you never know, one day I might be the world’s next Nora Roberts.