I fell in love with Drama in grade six, when my class did a little skit and I played the part of the thief in an adaptation of the Sherlock Holmes story "The Red-headed League". I spent much of the next six or seven years trying to repeat that experience, dreaming of being an actor on stage and screen.

But even though dreams dont die easy, thay can be killed, and this dream finally fell before the sword of Reality when I tried out for a part as a performer at a place called Calaway Park just outside of Calgary.

I stank.

Then to finish off killing that dream I failed at collage trying to be a radio and tv tech person, finally convincing me that drama was not where my strength lay, no matter how much I loved it.

But by that point I had a different dream, and that was writing.

And even though that dream has had to bow to reality enough for me to admit I probably wont ever make a living as a writer, I have made it come true as much as I could, and have published stories and poems, and even put out a novel for sale.

Just goes to show, I guess. Sometimes, you have to let a dream go, and sometimes, you need to keep trying to make it real.

Ah, well.