Writing For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be writer. I have even gone so far as to start a few books. In fact when I was in fifth grade I made it a whole 7 pages into writing a book! But I have never managed that fine art of character development, plot lines, and that magical thing that makes a story come alive in someone's imagination. I have been devouring books for my entire life. I have read just about every genera there is, and I have enjoyed some more than others. There is a strange kind of magic when I pick up a book and I can see the characters in my mind. I am there when they hear bad news for the first time. I feel it when they get punched in the ribs. I feel the streaks on my face when they cry. There is something incredible about a good book. I so desired to be a part of creating that magic. But it just isn't in the cards for me. So instead, I grew up. I moved on. I went to college, I graduated. I got married, I had a son. Life has been so, s...