When I was a little girl I wanted to be a writer for National Geographic and take my own pictures for my articles. In the fourth grade I decided I would write children’s books like Charlotte’s Web and Pippi Longstocking and my personal favorites, the Freddy the Pig series. My first story was about a dog named Mutley who learns to sail a ship and it was a masterpiece, complete with illustrations. But the real clincher was when I saw John Boy Walton sitting at his desk, week after week, in front of his Big Chief tablet writing about the mishaps of his family that later became the fodder of a hit television show. I knew then that I, too, needed a Big Chief tablet. It was time to get serious.
My writing career peaked with a monthly humor column entitled “Mighty Mouth” in our monthly high school newspaper. Life took me down a different path after that, and being the undisciplined soul that I am, I never quite became the writer that I dreamed of being as a little girl. But there’s still time. This may be just the Big Chief tablet I’ve been wanting for a long time.
I’ve never really thought of my writing being something that would interest or benefit anyone but me. Still don’t, really. But if you want to know what I’m thinking about some things periodically, well, you’re more than welcome to come along for the ride! And if sharing a “peace” of my mind helps you find a little bit for yourself, better still.