My First Blog: How I Learned I Am Creative

Creativity Comes in All Forms, Even the Unexpected

I come from a line of women who can sketch a dress from scratch, turn fabric into art, or sketch portraits that feel alive. My grandmother’s hands could work magic with a sewing machine. My daughters? Artists in their own right—expressive, stylish, free. But me? I figured I missed the creative gene. What I did have was tech. I could code, configure, build workflows, and make any system talk to another like they were always meant to connect. That’s what I do in my 9-5 as an IT analyst.

But creativity? That was for them.

Then one day—maybe five years ago—I had an idea. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t even convenient. It was just a whisper of a story. A character here. A memory there. I opened a document, and I wrote. And I wrote. And I wrote.

Before I knew it, I had people. Real ones. With complicated pasts, messy relationships, layered emotions, and dreams they didn’t say out loud. I had backstories, timelines, maps. I had entire chapters. And that’s when it hit me.

I am creative. Just in a different way.

The same mind that builds systems and solves problems was building worlds. And writing became my escape—like it used to be when I was younger. Back when my perfect afternoon was a solo trip to The Sizzler (if you know, you know), a booth to myself, the all-you-can-eat salad bar, and a thick book I didn’t want to put down. Eric Jerome Dickey, Mary B. Morrison, Carl Weber, J.K. Rowling—I would lose hours in those pages. I preferred a good book over almost any lunch or dinner date.

Now, I’m on the cusp of publishing my first book. And this site—Turn the Page—is the beginning of that journey.

If you’re here reading this, it means I trust you with my words. With my vision. And I hope something I write—whether it’s a blog, a book, or just a thought I share late at night—reaches you in some small, meaningful way.

Thanks for being here. Let’s turn the page together.