As long as I can remember, I have always love to write. It was a way of escape for me because of my unhappy life. Long before my first book was published, I suffered a problem at night–restless mind. It was bad enough that my right leg would become severely restless, keeping me from sleeping at night, but if I am not careful and sometimes I am not, I would let my mind wonder. This happens most often if I allow myself to write before going to bed. My mind would want to continue to story as I try to sleep. Not a good idea and even trying to tell my mind to shut up or think on other things, it would go right back to it. Oh the curse of it all! I need to tell myself to stop writing before going to bed, but I can not help it. I am about like Paul the apostle when he wrote about struggling with sin. “I do the things I do not want to do and don’t do the things I want to do. What a wretched man I am.” I think Writing is about like breathing to me, but maybe in time I will learn to control my thoughts.