Browsing the Bookshelves

When I was in the sixth grade I decided to write a novel.  I’d been writing stories since I was seven. My mother called them “The Miss Flouncy Stories.”  In this book my main character was a girl—my age—who suddenly had to move from the city to the country. I’d only lived in the city so it was difficult to create a setting for something I’d never experienced.  But I labored on.

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