That 20-word bio was certainly an exercise in writing. Now to get down to the real stuff.
When did I not tell stories? When my little sisters and I shared a common bed and I was seven or less, I told stories after the lights were out, sometimes carrying one on for several nights. As a teenager, I filled steno notepads with long, drawn out tales, all of which disappeared somewhere along the line.
I read constantly--horse stories at first, then Grace Livingston Hill novels and Zane Grey westerns. I even remember Sunday afternoons, with the whole family s more...
