The blogfest questions are:
I started writing for fun when I was much younger, but it wasn’t until recently that I started writing seriously. And it is completely the fault of my friend Marie.
A few years ago Marie gave me a three-ring binder neatly filled with type-written pages.
Marie and me at 14-years-old:
She’s the one sporting the wicked camera. Yes, we still both look that young and beautiful.
So--she pressed the binder into my hand all serious and nervous.
“I wrote a book.” she said. “Will you read it?”
I asked her when she had time to write a book--with having twin boys less than a year ago.
“Nap time,” she said, like it was the easiest thing in the world to whip out a novel between diapers and tummy time and fractured nights.
Marie’s book, now contained by a binding instead of a binder:
How could I not post such awesomeness?
All because Marie said I could do it, and Marie is usually right.
So I did it--I wrote a novel. And then I did it again. And again. And then the writing obsession started.
Consider me sparked.
How did you get sparked?
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