My name is Barbara Scott. I am a mother of four, (as most will agree with me, a mother who at times both loves and wants to ring their child's neck. The same for husbands.) Seriously, the thought only crosses my mind fleetingly. To like or love me, you must have an affinity for those who you may wonder how they find their way from point (a), to point (b). The more loving term would be ditsy. Though I'm not really as bad as you may think (those who know me, please don't laugh), I do have a tendency to be slow on the joke or not understand certain things until later, sometimes days. Other times, I say things that make you ask if I'm not really bl....well you can see by the picture I'm not. But as my good friend Diana say's, "I just love you." Thank you Diana, I love you too.
One of my favorite things I used to do was to read. But this changed when my children were born. Suddenly it seemed that I didn't have the time. Then one day I found that my children were older and I was able to start reading again. I read several books, and then a story filled my mind. When I was younger, other stories filled my imaginations and I figured as I got older this would stop. Why it never occurred to me to write before, is beyond me. So I figured that when I was twenty these little stories would go away. Then twenty came and went, followed by thirty, and then almost forty. These stories still made an appearance. But the day arrived that one of them would not let go and I knew I had to write it down. The formation of Chasing Dragons began. And though I began writing in the direction I thought it should go, the characters developed and decided to take it down a different road, and I must admit, a much better one.
One of my favorite things about reading is how a well written story can take me anywhere, far away from my own world. Whether the stress of my life needs a break or I just want to relax and enjoy a good book for reading sake. Writing isn't much different for me. But what I really like about writing is that no matter what I write, I can change it. Delete, Delete. In life, this is impossible. Words that are said cannot be taken back.
On a final note, I have to give thanks first to my Lord. Yes, I, without any embarrassment, profess to being Christian. I have a faith so deep, I do not want to imagine a life without Christ. To stare into the sky and marvel at the abundance of the stars, or to see the life that fills the earth and know that each is different, believing that chance could never have created all of this. God is my strength.
But I could not end this without giving an applause to my family as I have spent much time on my story and all the trimmings it has taken to get it out into the big, wide world. To my children Liam, Kaleigh, Logan, and Emily. You have all been so very patient, understanding, and hopeful for a story that is from the deepest imaginations of a ditsy woman.
Thank you for visiting. For deeper insights to who I am, read my blog. I may not always write in it, but there will be those moments.
