O.C. Cavanaugh Jr.

I began to write at the tender age of four.
Hour upon hour, I'd sit and write short stories and poetry. Hundreds of stories would manifest themselves without trying. And, they were good, too. So much so, that I knew exactly what I wanted to be when adulthood arrived--a professional writer.
That's a great story, right? I dare say romantic, if only it was true. IT ISN'T.
Truth be known, I wanted to be Read more of this blog post »