The Process is Reversed

I fell in love with books when I was a very little girl. In the summer, I would walk three blocks to the library. Only the walk limited the number of books I checked out, usually five. Even as I read stories, I thought of stories: About family members, neighbors, friends, teachers, and mostly, people I observed from afar. The latter became critical later in life as a newspaper reporter. But much, much later in life when I became a flight attendant, it gave me the basis for so many stories. Passengers offer countless details that work great in character development, and sometimes in their stories themselves. Some of their thoughts/ideas require more research and reading. It’s the same adventure I experienced as a girl, except reversed, instead of reading, I’m doing the writing. What an adventure.