I Once Had a Dream
Books have always been important to me,
as essential as the oxygen that I breathe.
And, ever since I was child, I have wanted to write, something, anything that would inspire a reader to get past the first sentence, paragraph or chapter. I wonder now if my friends and family became bored, hearing of my dream, never expecting it to become a reality. Of course, I have made my excuses, saying that life got in the way: work, raising a family then the greatest adventure of my lifetime – sailing the South Pacific.
As we sailed from Victoria to Alaska, and back, to Mexico and amid the dozens of islands in the South Pacific -French Polynesia, Cook Islands, Niue, Tonga, Fiji, New Zealand, Vanuatu, New Caledonia and Australia – many new ideas for stories bounced around in my head, aching to be released, entered into a story.
Then when everyone least expected it I began writing. I am no longer the dreamer that I once was. My collection of books is eclectic and includes subjects that are important to me:
- Missing and murdered aboriginal women
- Climate change
- Dysfunctional families
- Dating violence, acquaintance sexual assault
- and on-line dating and sex addiction