Welcome to my life scribbles . . .

I am merrily mystified that some people are born with a compelling need to create stories. Amazing, isn’t it? And over the years, these writers sacrifice countless hours, pouring out their souls onto the page like a drink offering before God.

These writer folk try to stay true to their hearts, so that in the sharing of their words—whether in fiction or nonfiction—they might hope to make the reader laugh and cry, and maybe learn and grow a bit. Writers have a keen desire to be understood, but they want the reader to leave the last line on the final page with hope, to walk away feeling a little less alone in the world, and to see the possibilities even in the impossible.

Well, these are certainly some of the reasons I write. That—and to bring pleasure to the One who created me...