When I was young, I dreamt of being an astronaut. Yeah, I'm scared of flying, hate the dark, and I'm terrible at math. But none of it mattered, I wanted to be an astronaut. Somewhere along the way, my dreams changed, I can't even say when. But I never dreamt of being a writer.
For me, this journey started in church. I know, let's face it, these day's, that's a miracle unto itself. But there I was, listening to the passage, when the Madigans flitted into my mind, and right back out - I didn’t have a story.
A few minutes later, they came back. This time, they stayed. Soon, my mind raced. I dove into my purse searching for anything to write on. Nothing, so I grabbed a donation envelope and scribbled tiny notes all over it. Then, as my husband watched, I quickly filled ten more - I had a story.
On the way home, I asked if I could “just have an hour.” My husband said yes, and changed my life forever. Several hours later, I stared at my first chapter.
I had a story... and a new dream.