For as far back as I can remember I was always thinking up stories in my head. As a child I had a very active imagination most likely because I was an only child and the only person I had was myself. Living in a rural area does that to a person, friends are to far away for easy travel all the time.
It wasn't until Seventh grade when I started writing things on paper. At that time I started to write a novel but as time went on I wrote short stories as well. Dreams always sparked an idea and a few times made me wake up and start writing until I was done.
I did this all alone afraid to show my work for fear that it might not be that great. The people who did read it said it was pretty good but that fear of rejection always surfaced.
As I got older and I began to live life I didn't write as much and after I got married I barely touched the pen and paper. Recently after my wife passed away from cancer I began soul searching who I really was. My writing may go somewhere and it may not, but I still want to jump that hurtle.