Why I am a writer?
Here’s why I write: I love to read. As a child, I disliked being told to turn off my light and to go to sleep. My bedroom was under the slanted roof of an expanded attic. The large window let in just enough light when the yard light was on for me to see the words. If the yard light was off, I was able to read only when there was a full moon. A miracle of my childhood was when I was given a flashlight. Now I could hide it under covers and keep reading.
I read the Little Golden Books we had. I read my parents’ college textbooks if they appealed. My great-Aunt Mary was a librarian and would send us Caldecott and and Newbery award winning children’s book.
Books I remember reading:
- The Poky Little Puppy, Janette Sebring Lowrey
- Scuffy the Tugboat, Gertrude Crampton
- Blueberries for Sal, Robert McCloskey
- Charlotte’s Web, E. B. White
- The Witch of Blackbird Pond, Elizabeth George Speare
- Dick Whittington and his Cat, Marcia Brown
- Lorna Doone, Richard Doddridge Blackmore
- Doctor Dolittle’s Caravan, Hugh Lofting
- Zane Grey’s complete works
- Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
- Many, many more
At our one-room, country school the library was a painted wooden orange crate. Every two weeks the books changed. If I reported on the book to our teacher, I received a small silver dot that I stuck on the green construction paper cut-out of Wisconsin. My goal was to make Wisconsin silver!
At Beloit College I majored in English Literature to continue my reading, and the writing I did was for papers and not for pleasure. I loved my courses on Shakespeare, Chaucer, and James Joyce. Only afterwards did I realize that I enjoyed the craft of writing, especially creative writing. For years now I have written stories, poems, a column on the environment, articles and press releases. Currently I am working on a fantasy novel, and I just had a chapter published in a book titled, Inspired by the Passion Test, May 2017.