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 I 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.

My primary reason for writing is to communicate with others, to stimulate interest or action from the reader. You may also use writing to help you to reflect on your experiences and learn from them.

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:

Books inspire the mind

In order to write about life you must first live it….Ernest Hemingway

Author – L.M. Wasylciw