At times I wonder if it’s easier to write when no one is looking or rather when people know you are writing something that could become something? I would lay back under the big oak tree in the backyard just imagining a life where my job was to write. Yea, I will admit that I day-dream of writing a grand novel and it being published. How the cover would look, what I would say, who I would tell first. But those are just dreams. . . Reality is no one really knows that I write or I guess the right word would be dabble in writing.