My mother said when I was a young kid or preteen there was a time when I had papers scattered all over the floor an associate recalled to me years ago.
I had a total of three typewriters from early childhood to middle childhood to teenage years that lasted until my adulthood.
The first typewriter was a kiddie typewriter with a ribbon and keys that typed letters and words.
The second typewriter was a more grown-up typewriter that I typed on.
The third typewriter was an electric typewriter that I kept and wrote two manuscripts that I both had gotten published.
I would write my literature in longhand in my journal or notebooks then type them up to my satisfaction.
I have come a long way since the days of writing in my bedroom as a young girl sipping hot tea and milk in hopes of becoming a professional writer one day.
The dream came true as writing is one of the things I was born to do.
I have learned from this experience that when something inherent is really meant to be then nothing can stop it.
Daily Living, By Miss LaToya 