I've always been a writer, and I find it difficult to trace my passion for writing to a single source of inspiration in my life. Instead of an "Aha! This is it!" moment I can look back on, my desire to write is the flip side of my life-long print addiction. My parents once teased me by claiming I learned to read before I could tie my own shoelaces. I apparently learned to put words in more or less the right order soon after. The experience of reading, of feeling what writers could do to my mind and my heart with their carefully arranged words first fascinated me, and then inspired me to see if I could do the same thing. I believe I've made some progress in that regard.