My Real Reason for Writing, or Thank Goodness I Was Not Published at Fourteen

When I was, yes, maybe fourteen or so, I wrote a very short novel called The Emerald Chronicles. (Theoretically, it was the first book in a series, but I never finished the second book.) It had a sort of Snow White-ish introduction, involving a beautiful young girl whose mother dies and is tragically replaced with … Continue reading My Real Reason for Writing, or Thank Goodness I Was Not Published at Fourteen