Love of Storytelling
By Terry Spear
On a dark and stormy night, or not…it can be 110 degrees out and hotter than blazes, or windy and freezing, or raining cats and dogs and the stories come.
I loved, loved, loved to read, and still do. But that’s partly where my love of storytelling came from. My father used to tell stories, too. Oral scary bedtime stories. And he and my mother shared oral family history stories. So storytelling has been in my blood since the time I could formulate my own.
I started out trying to publish first with children’s books because I was teaching my children to read and I again became fascinated with the idea of creating my own stories like I had done earlier in my life. But this time, I was shooting for publication.






