Have you ever just sat and looked out your window at the world around you and thought, “Wow, that could be a story”?

When you’re a writer, the world around you can always be a story. I was talking to a friend the other day and she was telling me about the drama that was going on with a friend and her life and I told her, “Wait, that’s totally a story.” And thing is, what she told me is so bizarre that it really could be a story.

I think when I’m either looking at the world around me or talking with someone, story ideas come to me now. Even taking time honor fairy tales and adding my own new little twist have been coming to mind.

And then at the end of the day, somehow, they all somehow can relate to my own life and the things that have happened. I think this is what make a writer‘s work come to life that much more. We all add a little bit of ourselves into what we write. It’s what makes it more real. People can then relate to it. For me, all this stems back to the loss of Mari. Would I have become a write if the tragedy hadn’t happened and she was still here today? I honestly don’t know. The chances are pretty slim that I would have. However, the tragedy did happen and here I sit writing about it and those things in my life.

My daughter is a blessing both when she was alive and now that she is in heaven. She will always hold such a near and dear spot in my heart that no other can take her place. To have known her has made me a better person. And now I get to write as a result of the tragedy. I get to honor her in all my writing.