Keidi Keating
For me writing is akin to the feeling of sipping ice cold orange pop through a straw on a sunny day; a long, warm cuddle from a loved one, and lying on a golden sandy beach with my feet refreshed from the ebb of the tide. I started writing very short stories at the age of three. Writing offered a way of leaving reality, and creating new worlds; worlds full of increased loving, light, and beauty. As the youngest of four children, I often felt left out of my sibling’s play-time activities – plus I felt like I didn’t fit in – so I quickly learned to prefer spending time alone. During those moments by myself I would sit on the kitchen carpet with a notepad open and begin writing stories…about cats, beaches, people, and made-up animal characters. My imagination would relish in the delight of thinking up whatever worlds, characters, and scenarios it wanted! After I’d finished writing I’d go back and draw a cute illustration on each page then color it in. I even wrote an ISBN number and barcode on the back cover. It was clear, even from that tender young age, that writing books was a big part of my purpose in this lifetime. And it’s clear that it continues to be so…
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