I was born with a loose screw. I’m not kidding, I was. It has gotten me into trouble and out of trouble, so I can’t complain.
I was also born with an umbilical urge to write – or – tell stories – made up ones. That got me into a lot of trouble, and out of trouble, so, I can’t complain. 🙂
In 1991, I became a VERY famous artist. I drew, painted, and wrote painting instructions for a publisher. I had 13 painting books published – which is weird, because I never considered myself an artist. I was a faux artist, I guess.
Then in 2005, a simple medical procedure went terribly wrong that landed me in the ICU on life-support because of respiratory and multiple organ failure. Even though I beat the odds and survived, docs said my brain crashed (like how a computer crashes) and needed to be rebooted.
The good news was I had a brain. The bad news was it wasn’t working. I had to relearn how to walk, go upstairs, comb my hair, etc. Forget about reading.
In 2010, I learned how to read and write again. I never did get my faux artistic skills back, but that’s okay. I didn’t have them to begin with. 😉
So now I’m doing what I’ve always wanted to do – write. Tell stories, make-up stories and enjoy the little fantasy land that I have always loved. I’ll take you on the journey if you’d like. 🙂