I sometimes think stories run my life. I listen to them while I drive. Write them when I have a minute. Dream about them when I sleep. Talk about them when anyone will listen.
Needless to say, I am all about story and stories. I’m always scared my stories aren’t good enough, strong enough, well written enough. But – I can’t let it stop me. My stories may not change the world, but maybe for a few people something about them will grab you and let them step away from their own pain and find something else.
Stories are how human’s share emotions, thoughts, dreams, hopes. Maybe in my stories someone else can find something to get them through the day or the night.
Life is hard, but there are always stories to run to, I know I have hidden there for years.