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Basically, I have been writing since I could walk.
I started writing with crayons on the wall behind the living room curtains. (Found and punished by my mother at a very early age—before kindergarten.) Another early attempt at writing before learning my abc’s involved taking pen and pencil to the ‘Elementary Webster’s Dictionary’ and finishing out empty lines in scribbles.
During the teen years, emotional poetry was written, often. Also there were attempts at journals, but without much consistent success. A few very poorly written stories were begun but not finished.
As a young parent, besides reading to and with my children at bedtime, they would give me specific details that they wanted in their bedtime story. I would make these up on demand. This reminded me of an early English college professor who tried to encourage me to change majors from Accounting to English Literature. (I didn’t listen.)
For the last six years, that college instructor’s advise along with that of my high school English teacher resurfaced, and has been followed. Many writing workshops and a year of university study (focusing on English), my creative writing professor suggested reading and study, but most of all practice writing (the words ‘edit’ and ‘revisions’ were stress as ways to do so).
That is what you have before you.
Comments are welcome.