"You wrote that?"-
I wasn't the best of students back then, I had other things on my mind, like boys, music, and making sure my face wasn't covered in pimples. But from her note, and what I knew of this teacher, she just assumed I didn't write it, that I had copied it from some book. I hadn't.
Yeah, yeah, you say so what. Well add to that, that my mom thought I wasn't the brightest bulb in the room and that my brother 'the golden child' I like to call him, was a super genius, then there was little ol' me, sitting in a corner with drool coming down my chin. Those words from my English teacher just drove the nail in deeper, I shouldn't write...
Now I am older, and those words from that teacher probably meant something else. So a few years ago, with the urging of my husband, I started a story. I started, then life happened and I put it away, but a year ago, I found it, and finished it in six months. It has been the greatest, joyous, scariest thing I think I have ever done. I feel reborn that these stores that I have wrapped up in my head can seep out in some form.
I hope you will join me as I write and maybe even sometimes blabber on about my life, family, and writing!