When I was six, I wrote a non-fiction story about chasing (and being chased by) chickens at my Aunt Linda’s home in Washington State. The words were carefully written out on school standard-line alphabet paper below the crayon-illustrations depicting the event. These pages were then mounted to various colors of construction paper and bound together with yarn—my first book.
Since then I have written a few stories here and there, some of them finished, most of the not, and various poems. Now I am in my senior year of college seeking to acquire my B.A. in English and before you ask, no, I’m not going to teach.
The next question that always seems to follow in the conversation is, “Well, then what are you going to do?” For five years my answer has more or less been the same: I’d like to write and illustrate my own children’s books. Plain and simple.
Execution is not always so plain and simple though, which is why I find myself in Ms. Brenda Lewis’s class and therefore writing this blog. I’ve never had much consistency when it comes to journal writing so this project should be interesting. But blogging is just another form of writing, yes? And writing tends to be half of a conversation—one I hope you will be interested in joining.
So, if your all done with you tea, please feel free to leave your side of our little chat in the comment section. Thank you so much for stopping by to visit! I hope you return soon to enjoy the rest of the furniture (once it’s been constructed).
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