I was a reader long before I was a writer. Reading allowed me to run with Misty on Chincoteague, fly on Orville the albatross with Bernard and Bianca, solve mysteries with Frank and Joe Hardy and their friend Chet. Reading opened up the world.
I don’t know when I began writing. I know I saw it as a way to stay in the wonderful world of fantasy – not because my childhood was bad, but because I was an awkward, shy introvert who did not fit into the world of extroverts in which I lived.
I can’t ev...
Published on July 10, 2013 04:00