Artistic gifts are living entities within us. As we grow and learn, they wrap around our insides, bonding to bone and muscle. Some of us may have been blessed with more than one gift, but only one will speak the loudest.
My gift is storytelling. The art of weaving ideas and fantasy characters into an unforgettable story is what I do the best. I love every second. I was born into a multi-talented family and from a young age I tapped into this wealth.
My parents decided when I was six, I was going to be a musician. I sang in school plays, church choirs, played piano, and vied for first-chair flute. Music was and is my constant. The notes surround me when I’m lonely and snuggle against my senses like a soft blanket. When I hurt or anger spews from every orifice (a perfect imitation of Medusa) I have music.
Writing though is my drive–something within that pushes and wrestles its way out (not unlike childbirth but less messy). My dreams become reality and I live through my stories. My grandmother’s advice time and again comes to mind…”Heidi, you can be anything you want if you just put your mind to it.” Smart woman.