|This is Mango. He likes to sit on my work.|
Here’s the thing, I was a teenage writer. It’s all I wanted to do. Creative Writing class was without a doubt my favorite class. I even remember my teacher, Nancy Allen. She was tops. She inspired me to stretch and write what was in my heart. She laughed at the correct places in my stories and sighed when I wrote something particularly wonderful—at least to her. Because, I never thought I was good enough. I only knew that I didn’t want to do anything else. Hence, the lousy grades in math. I continued to read about writing. I read books—lots of them across every genre. I scaled the library stacks in search of new writers and new books on writing. Words were my life. And as it turns out, they still are.
This is a new blog and a new venture for me. I love to work with young writers and pay it forward as they say. I had a lot of help along the way and I think I might have learned a thing or two. I welcome your suggestions and ideas. If there is something you want to discuss please let me know.
I also hope to have guest authors stop by to answer questions or write articles and I am also planning to publish your work. That’s correct. In a little while I am going to begin accepting short, very short, flash fiction entries. There is no pay but you will get seen by lots of folks.
And keep watching the sidebars because I will be adding places where teens can get published.
So, let’s get started—tomorrow! Ha! I am going to be writing about where stories come from, ideas, premise. So come on back and leave a comment or two, ask a question or six. I want this to be a dialog between me (and my friends) and you students. So go ahead, ask the author.