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argue any point. She's a thinker. A creative one. Living with her though, afforded me some of the same talents.

I, at this point, only have one degree, but have found it hard to focus, hold or even want a 9-5pm. Its not that I thought I was too good to hold a regular gig, its just that my focus was always on something elsecreative. I like to write. In fact if it was possible to love it, I mean hug it, I would. I liked to think of myself as a very skilled person. Felt like I could master anything put in front of me. I saw her sketch book and wanted to draw. I would get frustrated. She took her time with me and told me that it took patience. All I had to do was take my time and focus. Draw what I saw. That meant breaking down the whole picture to tiny details at a time. I became a good sketcher. I wanted to sing, and at 3 was pretty good, shyness to the crowd kept me from developing that talent sooner than later. I'm still discovering my voice. I wanted to be a track star. Jackie Joyner Kersey was my hero. I'm just now learning that track fast and street fast are very different. My mother had me reading out of the dictionary when I was four. She was very interested and determined in my development. She wanted me to be a genius child. And though I hold nothing from my intellectual ability, I won't lend too much to it either. I realize I have potential, but became lazy and discouraged. Which could be that I became discouraged first, then excused myself from any responsibility and pressure by becoming lazy. Plus I hated to be wrong.

Anyway, my desire has always been in the afore mentioned gifts and talents. At some point in my life I would decide I was going to be an artist. At another point I was sure I was going to the Olympics and another a singer/ musician (I also play the drums). At another one a designer and last but not least a writer. Of course it happened in cycles. Over and over again. And during these segments no one could tell me I would not be a successful (fill in the blank). Sketching, I developed, became one of my many talents, singing also. But writing, that's my baby, my gift. Its what I desired to do when I learned my letters. Characters were developing in my mind. Before I knew what monologues were I delivered them in my mind walking down the street holding my mother's hand. Before being a film maker even popped into my head, I developed synopses, scenes and dialogue into my imagination. Narration was big. I'd watch people and narrate their actions.

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