You know that skinny little girl with glasses who always had her nose in a book?  The one you couldn’t coax outside because Nancy Drew was about to confront the bad guy or Mr. Darcy was two seconds away from declaring his love?

Yeah.  That was me.

Now I’m the not-quite-so-skinny woman you can’t tear away from the computer because all the pretend people are crying to get out and live their lives on my screen.

Sound crazy?  It is.

Sound fun?  It is.

Sound like a writer?

I sure hope so.