When did you first become aware of a desire to write?
I didn't invent this question. It was asked on Miss Snark's First Victim blog (see the link to your right).
But it's a good question.
So, fire away. I'm interested. Pretend this is an interview and lay down on my analyst couch.
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You are now hypnotised and will reveal all your deepest darkest secrets...
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I was in the third grade, so I must have been 8 years old. My father let me use his typewriter. Remington. I love the smell of that ink and plastic keys and wooden box lined in green felt. I still have that typewriter. Hmmm. So I wrote a story entitled "Terry the Fairy" and I slipped it into a manilla envelope -- one of those with the tie on the back. I had to write the title on the envelope and I can still see it in my mind's eye, scrawled in pencil across the top. I guess I self-published before it was fashionable, huh? The answer to your question is then... 8 years old.
Much like Zee, I started writing stories as soon as I learned to master letters and sentences. I was blessed with a marvelous first grade teacher who was a Master Storyteller on public broadcasting in Cleveland, Ohio.
But my main experience in writing throughout school years and even well into my early adult life was in journalism.
Then a certain doll entered my life -- and, well, you know the rest of that story!
Kathy V in NM
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