I Am . . . Deborah Potter

I am a great many things, some of them very ordinary, some deeply complicated or conflicted - in other words, I am like everyone else out there. Foremost I am a writer, or more aptly, a scribe.  I am a story-teller, not a world-builder.  I simply write down the wondrous stories that fill my head from other times and other realities, and they take form and lead their own lives.  My books have a small and loyal following, they are loved in particular by women, and I continue to find writing them my greatest adventure.

I am a warrior in spirit, with weapons of words, and I often fail miserably in their use.  I am a somewhat ineffective protector and nurturer of lost and hurt souls trying to "fit in" when they should be seen as shining.   I am the sole caregiver for an elderly parent and a handicapped brother.  I was a full-time administrative support worker in a large insurance company - talk about captive boredom - but developed repetitive stress injuries which brought my career to a screaming halt and slowed my life drastically. 

I am a dreamer, blessed to see worlds of wonder that live only in my heart and my words, and the truly beautiful and sacred natural world in which we live, and which we so poorly tend.  I love all animals, as I cherish all of nature, but cats and trees predominate these loves.  Trees give voice to the winds, and cats are just magnificent beyond words.  I also have an abiding fondness for dragons and wolves. 

It might also be mentioned, by anyone who knows me for more than five minutes, that I love purple - a color of richness, of majesty, of inherent magic.  I also love things that sparkle and glitter, and do not care if they are gold.  I have a passion for reading, music, and learning.   

Things have always come slowly to me, it took many years for me to understand my writing, and very many more to recognize what is most precious in my life.  I continue to jump into life with both feet, following my heart, and believe in the words from Garth Brooks' song Standing Outside the Fire.  If you can't make a leap of faith, confident in your heart that gentle and loving hands will be there to catch you and then lift you back up to soar, you will never touch the most vital aspects of life.  Anything good that I have has come because I listened to my heart and made that leap of faith, despite the fears inherent in such leaping.

I would like to live the remainder of my life in Scotland, and that is where I would like to build the Windlands should the opportunity be afforded me. But it is much easier said than done to emigrate to Scotland, although I shall keep seeking a way.  

I am countless other things, but that's for finding out on the journey, not here.