Why I Write…

I would like to say I’ve been telling stories all my life. That somehow I knew writing was my calling. But it was’t. Not exactly. I think I loved the story first. I appreciated the glory of my father reading The Monster at the End of This Book. I hated when my teacher finished reading the daily paragraph of The Borrowers to us in class. I loved listening to adults at parties as they told stories to each other. When I was in 6th grade, a friend of mine was writing. She was writing books. Such a t...