The countless words written in a little girl's sloppy print on pages of wire-bound notebook never ceased to place a goofy smile on my face. I always tried to find new ideas that would stand out from the norm, and a child's imagination can reach no bounds.
"What I would buy out of a catalog would be a big piece of property."
That is out of a slim school notebook from my elementary years. Apparently, it would have a lake and beautiful waterfall that I would swim in. On the "big piece of property," I would build a cabin "with nobody to help." That bit gave me a laugh. It's safe to say that I was a fiercely independent girl. Oh, and I was already thinking about bills! Goodness gracious. "I will not use electricity, because I don't want to pay for it." Yeah... that was my complete explanation. I wanted a lot of land and to live without bills.
I think it was around third grade when the idea of fantasy caught me in its infinite possibilities though. It was a foreign territory that I was eager to explore and make my own. I wrote of a monkey named BoBo in a rendition of Jack and the Beanstalk, how the raven got its metallic black feathers, about a talking shoe that makes a girl and her dog famous, of a peace-loving girl from the future who nurses two abandoned polar bear cubs back to health after she rescues them in her flying car... The sky was the limit for me.
Novels, music, events... everything began to instigate a wild creativity within me. It all just accumulated in a burst of heart for script. Words strung together bloomed into a love of writing that I couldn't shake. New thoughts, ideas, feelings...
All to create something magical.