A few years ago, I had the notion to write a book. Before that time, it was just an idea. I had a plot in mind, but no plan of attack. Besides, I was working and just wanted to relax on my nights and days off. But I put away the excuses and just began typing. And although it was a few pages, I was still proud of myself. I told myself that even though I was busy, I was going to make time. And I did. Even if it was a couple of pages, I made time. Months later, I completed my manuscript. The story I wrote and the characters I made are still a part of me today and will always be mine.