![]() When he heard my poem, he looked up at me with his blue eyes and he asked me, ‘You wrote this?” And, of course, I was nonverbal because I was totally crushing on him, and I was just shaking my head “yes.” And, he said, “This is good! Could I have a copy of this?” This is how it all started-someone seeing me right through my writing. ![]() Sure, we had all kinds of classes with each other, and did marching band competitions together but he’d never really seen me before. When we read the poems out loud to the class, #40 looked at me for the very first time. Our teacher gave us an assignment to write a poem for a contest. And, then in walked #40-that’s what I called him. I had never really shared my writing outside of essays that I had to write in school. But in my sophomore year, I did not like my art teacher, and some of my friends were taking a creative writing class. ![]() And, I was a total arts girl-I took private art lessons, and was in advanced art classes at school. Oftentimes, I would sit under a tree in my backyard and write, draw, and listen to music. How did you first become a writer? Is it true it had to do with a boy, a poem, and a creative writing class?ĭoesn’t it always start with a boy? But, before that, I was the youngest person in my family and in my neighborhood, and lived in a rural area where I didn’t have a lot of playmate. ![]()
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