When I was a little girl, I used to write stories. I’d staple pieces of notebook paper together and go to town. The first story I ever wrote that I can remember was about a lonely girl who made a friend and they walked to Wendy’s together. I guess even back then I wrote what I knew. I’ve spoken before of losing my writing. I’d tried in the past, but I hadn’t written a full story since high school. I remember the last short story I wrote during that time. It was for an lit assignment, and I had so many people’s hands in the editing that it completely changed…
Writing a book isn't for the faint of heart.