Sunday, December 6, 2015
I started reading before I entered kindergarten, thanks to having a mother who shared her love of reading with me by buying books for me, nestling me on her lap, and reading to me. I have deep, warm memories of spending time with her this way, often.
The first time I spun a story of my own was in the first grade. For whatever reason, I was a big Barbara Walters fan, and I loved watching her anchor the evening news with Harry Reasoner (whom I have always confused with Walter Cronkite). So, I wrote a newscast script, assigned my guy friend the Reasoner part, and we delivered it to our entire first grade class.
From there, I went on to write a few more plays in elementary school, a really back knock-off of Superfudge, and a short story about a duck whose feet were too big.
In middle school, there were the tortured, lonely, sappy, sickly romances. In high school, a little more spicy romance and a WHOLE lot of self-indulgent, whiny journaling.
Fast forward to today, many decades later - I'm venturing into the world of for real, sho 'nuff fiction writing. I'm only beginning to dip my toe into these waters, but I have to say, I feel like I've been writing all my life. I can't wait to see where this new path leads, and I'd be happy to have you along for the journey.
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