Hi Mrs. B.,
We've talked a little about my fiction writing habit
before. As long as I've been a reader, I've tried my hand at writing. I
think you remember some of those early stories and journals. I brought
you my trip journal from the move out East before I met you (Honestly, I
wish I knew where that was now. I remember putting some hilarious
things in there about Thunder Bay, ON and the sleeping giant. And then
there was the hotel fire. Ahh, the adventures of my youth.) But, it was
in the days I haunted your library that I really started working on
fiction. My mom had an extra typewriter she'd brought home from the
office that I would painstakingly henpeck out stories on: ghosts
stories, strange doings on far away beaches, tales of lost memories and
remembered friends, spy stories, mysteries. Fantasies.
There was the earthquake story from Freshman English with Mrs. R..
The spy short I wrote for Mr. D. in Computer class when he wanted us to
write paragraphs.