When I was five years old I remember composing a little book.  My writing appeared as scribbles and shapes of crayonic hieroglyphics.  I struggled about where to go with it after the fourth page and it went on hold.

I wonder, why would a five-year-old want to write a book?  Are certain desires placed within us ahead of time?  

What is one of your early memories about writing, and how is your writing doing today? 

Please, write right away!

As before, I’ll share your answers confidentially, with no names, in my next Sealegs Leadership post.

Thank you and best re-Arghs, 
John Parker