Reflection upon a life of 74 years, I have to say that my most memorable and cherished times were spent with children and animals, the greatest of gifts: children's imagination and laughter, and the manner in which animals communicate with us is magical. I say to children, imagine that I am a sock, turned wrong-side out, dangling threads and patches. Gently slip your hand inside of that sock, and turn me right-side out, and I am new. You see an elderly lady, but if you were to take a peak on the inside of me, you would see a little girl, at any given age; you pick an age, and that is me. I was born with a "little girl's heart," and I will hold on to that little one for as long as I can. My writing niche, when and where I am that free spirited and adventurous little girl in Fantasy. The borders and boundaries determined by my imagination, where the characters are preposterous, and fantastical creatures abound. I am not afraid to jump off of the highest cliff and dive into icy phosphorus seas, to soar with the birds, and to battle monsters, for you see, it is a flight of fancy, my flight of fancy. I do not like to write, I love to write, and I HAVE TO WRITE.
