Since the time I could talk, I had imaginary friends. I would talk with them and create elaborate scenes and stories for us to play out. Later I learned I wasn't crazy, I was creative. Who knew? I still have those imaginary friends running around in my head, but now instead of just playing along with them, I write it all down. I write for them. To give life to my pals. I may never publish, even though I would like too, but that's not my goal. I want to write well and be true to those characters running around in my head.