![]() ![]() But for the last ten years I've been an author, and it's everything I hoped it would be, and much, much more. ![]() I cleaned people's homes, and I've worked in a factory. I've been a sales clerk, and a receptionist. So I've done a lot of different things as 'work'. I dilly-dallied for a long time, doing anything but writing. Of course, after that, it took a loooong time before I connected the two facts my love of writing, and that it was possible to choose it as a career. The only life that really made sense was one that included writing. ![]() I could be one of those people, those writers, but by the time I was about 12, I knew. I'm really not sure when I figured out that someone wrote the books I loved to read, and that maybe. The world just seemed so much bigger in the pages of a book, and sometimes the characters in them were more vivid even than any of the folks I knew. The passion was strong enough that I would literally 'have my nose in a book', absorbing it, as if the plots and characters seeped through my skin and down to my bones. Like most writers, I learned to read early and fell in love with books. ![]()
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