When I was ten, I found a book of quotes in a bin at a yard sale. I spent many days afterward reading and re-reading it. I took out a notebook and filled its pages with the quotes I loved most and as the days got harder, I would pull it out for inspiration. Words have always had a profound effect on me. They have always served to buoy me, transporting me from the harsh realities of my childhood, comforting me in times of distress, centering me when I've run off course.
I was told often and repeatedly that I should write a book, so I began that task a few years ago. But it's proven difficult to complete. I start and stop, fueled by plot lines, paralyzed by fear. Will anyone read it? Will anyone love it?
Someday I will finish it. And I hope that when it makes its way into the world, I have the same effect on another that so many books in my life have had on me.