I was the only one who had some, Faith that is. I had no mother to get wisdom from, I had no friends to depend on never knew my father till I was thirty so I took my chances. Writing was hard, I had no writing degree what was I thinking? their must be thousands of talented writers waiting for the shot I needed. I didn't come from a family of means, Quite the opposite. In my pain I found peace writing was my only escape. I started writing to live the life I couldn't. I was jealous of anyone who had family. Don't get me wrong I had my Grandma, but she was not my mother. There isn't a substitute. I was jealous of anyone who lived better than me. One day I picked up a pen I had an overwhelming urge that I could be a writer, We work hard at jobs we hate, We Gossip about people who have more, one year later where are you? still complaining about the boss you hate. Still in that relationship tha...