When I was younger, I read everything. Books, magazines, signs along the highway, cereal boxes. Everything.
It wasn’t until my 20s that I started to understand that we can use the words of others to become better versions of ourselves. It was in my 30s that I learned that our own words have more power than we realize and now, in my 40s, I know that stories are for sharing and re-sharing.
I’m often asked what kind of writer I am.
I write stories.
I write for anyone who has ever fallen in love, or been heartbroken. For anyone who has ever had a wish and for everyone who has ever forgotten to dream. I write for people who wake up every day, knowing they have something to do in the world. Even if they don’t know what that something is. I tell sad stories and I tell humorous ones and, once in a great while, I tell a good story. How do you read Bubbles.Deux.? You read it like you would the words of a stranger, or those of a close friend. That’s what stories are – they are things you know and things you hope to figure out. One day, I’ll write great stories. Until then, I’ll keep reading and finding the great stories written by others.