The only thing I’ve ever wanted to be is a writer.

Well, that’s not entirely true.  When I was six I told my mom I wanted to be a taxi-driver, and when I was eight and got picked to participate in the aquatic show at Canada’s Wonderland, I decided I would become a dolphin trainer, hanging fish out of my mouth to feed the animals.

But while those dreams (thankfully) proved fleeting, my passion for writing has only grown.

I’ll write anything.  Limericks, country songs, articles, short stories, recipes… As long as it has words, I’m there.

Then came photography.  I never wanted to BE a photographer; it’s just something I do.  A way to track memories, to capture moments, encounters, characters and stories all in the click of a shutter.  I take photos to save time, to capture hours in a moment, to store all the details I cannot jot down fast enough.  Whoooooosh.  There goes a moment.  Click, click, click.  There goes my camera.

When I write, I want to do what pictures do.  When I put my pen to the paper I want to be the aperture, the shutter, the lens.  I want to create a picture that offers so much more than what it appears to be.  If a picture is worth a thousand words, I want every one of my words to be worth a thousand pictures. 

Click, click, click.