I am the child of word people, so it's no surprise words have always been my thing.

 

When I was three I'd leave stories told in flash cards outside my mother's bedroom door. At six my grandfather bought me a typewriter so I could get the words out faster. By the second grade I took to writing book reports on books that only existed in my head. And in the fourth grade, I wrote and my class produced a play ("Which witch is which?" soooo clever). Lots of stories followed. A few short stories were even published.

 

But I grew up, and had a number of interesting jobs using my words to support my vices of choice. I could say life got in the way, but the reality is I got in my own way. I'm Alice, happily following my curiosity in and out of various rabbit holes. No doubt I always will be, but it's time for me to take the "stuff" from all that wandering and mix it up. 

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Words have always been my thing. Now, I'm going to be intentional. Point them in a direction. Send them out into the world to do my bidding. See what happens. Because really, that's the whole point, isn't it?

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PS The guy on the throne is my Pops. Writer, reader, practitioner of Tai Chi.