I knew way back in the seventh grade I wanted to be a writer, but it never honestly occurred to me that such a thing was possible. I don’t think any of my teachers ever thought I had it in me either, but that’s another story. I believe one of the reasons I kept my desire to write a secret was because it seemed to be too farfetched of a fantasy for a barefoot, country girl like me to ever accomplish such a thing.
Even though I never spoke about wanting to be a writer to my family, they had to see the writing on the wall. I don’t know how many times I forced them to read my poems or short stories, but even back then a compliment or simple acknowledgement was enough to keep my quiet dream alive. It’s just as important today as it…
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