Writing has been a passion of mine for many years. I've only recently discovered Helium, and now have the opportunity to write in a public forum. Words have always been an exciting game for me. Putting words together to really get my thoughts in print is a challenge. When I write poetry or fiction, I feel so much a part of what I'm writing that I become personally involved in the words.
I got my first start in writing, when I worked as a secretary. It was almost fun to create well written business letters. Working for a major corporation later, it was part of my duties to write over a hundred SOPs, or Standard Operating Procedures. A step by step procedure must be written for each piece of machinery or equipment used, to meet safety regulations. This honed my skills for accuracy and detail in what I was writing.
Now, I can write about things that really interest me and just have fun with it all. I read thousands of books until words and conversations started forming in my head. I finally realized, that I could come up with stories of my own that may be as good as some that I have read. So, now I am working on a novel of my own. It may never be published or even completed, but I'm having fun writing it.
My passion is ...
Creating...something...anything...the ideas never stop.
I know too much about ...
Failure. It happens to me all too often.
My parents always told me ...
Life is what you make it.
My childhood ambition ...
To grow up and have a family to love and nurture.
My favorite memory ...
Looking into the eyes of my firstborn child for the very first time.
Why I write ...
Because my imagination just won't take a rest and it has to come out somehow.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
My favorite books are the "Outlander" series by Diana Gabaldon. She's a super talented author.
My first job ...
Working in a dry cleaning business during the summer of my high school years.
My best moment ...
Every moment that I spend with a grandchild.
My inspiration ...
My best friend, Thomas Flexter. He incouraged me to write.
Megan woke in confused apprehension as the loud noise faded to a low rumble. She had been dreaming a child was crying in a distant place that she could not name, or even understand the nature of this place. It was as though the sound was human in nature, and yet with the next breath an eery, ominous call that would send her searching for its origin. The pre-dawn lightening cast an illumination throughout the bedroom, creating a sense of anxiety or even a premonition of things not yet understood. Megan lay there in total stillness, while the world outside her window beckoned to her with cri...
More..Frankie Haney
Member since: June 2009
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