I had someone ask me once if I am paid for all the blogging that I do. No I am not, though I would love to eventually be paid for my efforts. I often wonder if I am a good writer, if my words have any impact at all, or if I am wasting my time and my words are a waste of space. However, my insecurity has never been so much that I would do away with the desire to place my thoughts on paper.

I have always loved to create. For as long as I can remember, I have been a storyteller, a griot in my own right. Words are life and the ability to paint a picture using words is a talent that so few have. I wake up each day with a barrage of thoughts in my mind; each one competing with the next in hopes…