How it all began

There it was: this big blue dusty typewriter. This machine sparked the adventure! It was 1983, and my sweet dad drove down the street to borrow this amazing relic. He pulled it from the clutter of someone's carport storage shed, a forgotten treasure hidden beneath years of dust and neglect. To me, this was better than a new bike or even a brand-new Atari console! I eagerly wiped away the grime, revealing proof that this machine had once been loved but long abandoned. With trembling hands, I pressed the keys for the first time—each tap sending ripples through silence.  A single fingertip dancing across the vast ocean of keys.weaving words into stories untold. That humble typewriter became a gateway to imagination and discovery, turning quiet afternoons into vibrant journeys filled with endless possibilities and dreams waiting to be written. Every clack of those keys carried hope and excitement—an invitation to create worlds where anything could happen and every story mattered. The adventure had begun, all thanks to that dusty blue machine waiting patiently to bring life back to its letters.

My journey in writing is dedicated to my dad, Rene Ortiz, Sr.  I love you Apa and I still smell the Tres Flores in your hair!