Bio: |
I remember the first thing I wrote. I was in the living room of the first house I knew, about 4 years old, and sitting on the carpeted floor at the little French provincial coffee table my Mom treasured. In front of me was a stack of scrap paper and in my small fist was a pencil. I had just finished drawing a swan wearing a top hat and had written a story to go with it. I couldn't actually write. The marks I made were a continuous scribble that to me resembled handwriting. There was a story there, though, running through my head. There have been lengthy gaps in time when I haven't written. But I have always been a writer. I don't really know anything else. |
