I'm often asked if I always knew I wanted to be a writer. I don't know that I ever really considered writer as a career option. You know, because I like to eat. And pay my bills. And buy extravagant things like socks. Thinking back to my childhood, however, I remember telling stories frequently. Usually, my stories consisted of nuggets like, "No, I didn't hit my sister; the wind knocked her over" and "Yes, yes I did finish all my homework, Mom." What can I say? I was creative with the fiction.CONTINUE READING HERE!
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