In middle school I had a typewriter. And a stack of pink paper. I wrote what amounts to my first romance novel in the eighth grade using that typewriter and that pink paper. I hope to publish my first one soon...
tap into that gorgeous weirdness at the core of your unique destiny: the inspired lunacy that would evolve into genius if you ever learned to make it sing and dance...
This used to be about my life as a nanny. Now it's just about my life.