Writing is my thing. I've been telling stories long before I first put pen to paper at age 12 and I'm still telling them. My passion almost cost me my profession. I would write during lectures and create some really satisfying prose at the expense of my grades. I had to painfully make a choice and writing took a back seat for a while so I could get that university degree.

And, then life got in the way, career, family, mortgage, children, common sense etc. You know the drill.

But your gift never dies and neither does your passion; they might hibernate and you may find yourself in a life-imposed hiatus, but when the opportunity presents itself you'll pick up the reins again.

It's like riding a bike. I've picked up the reins again and have no intention of letting go.