A couple days ago, I redesigned my banner for my website and sent it to my son who designed my website. I loved what I did but knew he’d find fault. After all, he is a programmer, which makes pleasing his sensibilities with my creativity nearly impossible. And <sigh>, I was right. He vetoed most of what I did. I have to wonder what happened to that creative little boy who along with his younger sister helped me discover my own creative writing talent. You see, I was not always a writer, unlike so many authors who say they’ve always loved writing. Me? I never wanted to write anything, except maybe chatty letters to friends or my great-grandmother (who loved receiving mail) or notes to pals in class. Okay, I’ve dated myself here because I grew up without computers, emails, social media or text messages! I also absolutely hated writing, did not excel in English and thought history the most boring subject on earth! So it’s rather strange and ironic that not only am I a writer but I’ve published 12 historical romances. Well, back to my beginnings. When my son was in grade school, his teachers were very impressed…