Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Beginning

When I was fifteen years old, I wrote this in a journal: "I have always wanted to write a book. I actually think I can pull it off." 

That was the beginning

My earliest efforts were crude, of course, and so heavily slanted with teenage perspective they would have appealed to no one outside myself. But I persisted. And as I grew, so did the depth and perspective (and skill) of my stories, finally becoming something for which I could find a readership. 

I did pull it off. I wrote a book. And I never stopped writing. 

Now, one of my earliest dreams is coming to fruition. I knew in my heart then I wanted to be a writer, that I could be a writer, that I was meant to be a writer. Now I know I am a writer. 

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