I've always been fascinated with stories and characters. The chaos that exists in my mind conjures up ideas, stories, characters, etc. on a regular basis. I've come to writing.com to find a community, no, a family so that we can help one another realize our creative potential. I know that I am meant to be a writer. I've felt it for so long, but I've always let life get in the way. Now the bare bones of me are exposed. I've lost my wife, my job, and don't see my children as much as I would like. All that is left for me is my children and my writing. I pray for guidance here with you all. Cheers!