Happy April! These leaves are unfurling right outside my second-story window. Seriously, they’ve transformed from this morning, and I can hardly wait to see them tomorrow.

I’m starting this blog because I want to know you better, and I’d like you to get to know me, too. I look forward to it! May I begin by answering some of your questions?

The one I receive the most often is: How and why did you become a writer?

When my sons were young, I made up stories, poems, and songs for them. My mind was always zinging with ideas—not good for falling asleep—but it wasn’t until I started journaling that a Portrait of Marguerite seemed to write itself. I’d begun journaling every morning, filling pages with random thoughts and not worrying about proper spelling, good handwriting, or saying anything meaningful. As a young person, I’d never been much of a reader because I had an undiagnosed vision problem. And until I began journaling, I’d only written down poems and songs. I highly recommend journaling to anyone, to clear the clutter from your mind. Putting words on paper seems to make the rest of the day better, once you’ve griped, admitted a fear, or written out a problem you’re struggling with.

Of course, the full-length fiction novel A Portrait of Marguerite didn’t really write itself. I had to return daily and continue writing and rewriting, and pondering my characters and plot—digging deeper and deeper. It pays to be a little obsessive. Too bad I’m not a compulsively neat housekeeper. But in the arena of writing, I am willing (driven?) to go back and rework the manuscript. Ah, but will it be good in the eyes of an editor at a publishing house? That’s another question for another day. See you then!