A Forest of Voices

When I was a child, I read constantly. I devoured books more than food. Full disclosure: I was a healthy kid.
Books became the way that I defined my life. By seeing into other worlds and learning from the experiences of not only literary heroes, but also the voice of the author.
I was born to be a writer. I constantly ask questions. The answers to the questions are always stories. Some people dream in numbers, others in pictures, but I dream in stories. I know that I am not the only one.
Books have been around for a long time. All of recorded history comes from books. But stories have been around longer than that. Stories come from a place that moves people.
Stories guide lives. Each one of us is writing our own story. We are guided by events around us. We are what we read. Or, in other words, we are what we take in to our minds. If we devour stories of substance, it is like eating roughage - it moves the waste stuff out. If we only take in the fluff, the things that are not of lasting value, it is the same as eating nothing but ice cream and candy. We get sick and go ups on highs and drop down to deep lows. The waste piles up inside our minds and nothing moves. We drown intellectually in a sea of brain sludge.
We look at books as creations of paper and ink that can transport our minds to other places, other times, and let us dream with other people. In a very real sense, we are walking through a forest of voices. What does it take to become one of those voices? If you're reading this, I think you know.
If you believe in the power of  individual story; if you have been influenced by a story that changed the way you thought about the world; if you have a story that you believe can make a difference, join us in the forest. Let us dream what may come.