To the JW that added the Fuel to MY Fire.

It was a bright and sunny day in early 2005 when my yearning to give birth upon a crisp, clean sheet of paper overtook me….Nah, not really. I couldn’t honestly tell you the exact day or the exact time that I decided to actually sit my ass down and write the movie script that I had been playing in my head over and over and over again, for what seemed like an eternity. I can’t tell you about the weather that day, that week or even that month. The only thing that is left rooted in my dome is the fact that I was told by a Jehovah’s Witness that movies were “evil and vile” and that I was “walking a path that I would come to regret.” Well, really? Just those few simple words uttered to me in complete seriousness cemented my decision. An explosion went off. A light bulb popped up. A overwhelming stillness with a sense of direction filled me. Life clicked into place. Since birth, I had always hated being told what to do, and that hadn’t changed in adulthood. I knew we weren’t put on this rock to follow others, but to find our own ways. What’s good and works for you, may be caustic and detrimental for another. I wasn’t a cookie, and I didn’t come from a cutter. I had my own path, and I would find my own way. I have never wavered in my thinking. A rebel from go. A rebel til the end. That’s me. Of all the labels I had been bestowed with up until that point, stubborn, crazy, fat…etc, didn’t compare to the newest one that filled me with a newfound determination and a renewed sense of finding my path. Added to the others was the label…Evil and Vile Movie Script Writer…yep, you would have thought I was the Spawn of Satan himself!