I have loved to read for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember learning how to read. It’s as if I learned to walk, talk and read all at the same time. I don’t remember struggling to sound words out or hating it when the teacher called on me in class to read out loud.
I do remember hiding under my covers with a flash light as I read about “Mistress Mary” from India learning all about the Moor and a lovely boy named Dickens who I was half in love with and half wanted to be. I remember cheering Ramona on as she took a single bite out of each apple in a case of apples because “The first bite is always the best”. I remember solving mysteries with Nancy Drew and discovering magic in Narnia.
I never felt as if I missed out on anything, although my family rarely traveled further than the camp ground an hour a way from our home. I traveled to England with M. Hercule Poirot and Ms. Marple. I saw the south and east coasts with Trixie Belden. I never felt as if I was missing out on anything.
I remember when I found a copy of the “Clan of the Cave Bear” in Junior High. I felt as if I was reading and discovering some secret adult world. Books have always been an important part of my life.
And now I have discovered a new hunger. I don’t simply wish to consume books. I want to create them. I have always hungered for the written word. But of late, my desire is not to dine upon rich stories of fantasy, but to create them.
Like a master chef, I carefully craft my stories and present them to my family and friends. I hold my breath and wait for them to take that first bite. I linger as they digest what I have created. I cross my fingers and wait for them to push away their plate and say “well done”.
I hunger to write. I long to see my name on the spine of a book, side by side with the other master craftsmen. Writing is a need that growls inside my belly when I do not fulfill it. Writing is not just a drug that I can detox from. It is something I will need to do for the rest of my life.
Someday, I will see my name on the spine of a book. Someday I will share my carefully crafted feast of words with the world. When that happens I wonder, what will I do next.