Before I was even old enough to fully understand how the ABC's could be strung together in various combinations to create words and sentences and paragraphs and pages, I sat myself down on a tiny stool at my mother's knee and told her a story. She wrote down my words in a blank book. That very short, childish tale sparked in me a love for letters. I came to appreciate the art of creating with words; giving life and meaning to letters. I continued to add to that blank book, little stories, little tales, fragments of new worlds, new peoples, new histories and futures.
Everyone loves a good story.