My love for mountains evolved into a life of travel and a fascination for places and people everywhere. I was transfixed by the stories and enchanted by the cultures of our world.
A regular job or a career track was out for me. There is no way I could sit still long enough to make any of that work. So I became a guide and took people on trips to faraway places. This helped quench my thirst for adventure and provided me with a living. I spent my time exploring, listening to stories and soaking in history while experiencing geography firsthand.
The compulsion to write has always followed me but was kept at bay by raising children, and the need to earn. The children are grown, my material needs aren’t great, and my old compulsion has surfaced. I have no choice but to write. I wish there was a way to have the urge go away. Rejection doesn’t seem to stop me, finishing doesn’t do the trick either, so I’m left with solitary writing on a regular basis. Nothing else seems to work.
You can read some of it on this site.