First of all, let me just say that I love books. Reading is great. There’s really nothing quite like a good book.
Now let me ask, you know when you have a dream when you’re young and then you get older and all the responsibility of being an adult just kind of washes it away and it no longer seems like a legitimate reality for you? #winded
I think we’ve all been there.
When I was a little girl, I used to write short stories. I had a rapid imagination, but unfortunately, I didn’t have the attention span to go with it. So I would start a story and then stop and start and stop another one and the process would just go on and on until I just gave up and stopped.