Early writing dreams

I can remember a time when I was not a writer.

In first and second grade, I wrote sentences for my spelling words, and that was about it. (I remember my mom telling me at the time that all of my sentences shouldn’t be “I did this” and “I did that.”) By the time I was in third grade, however, I was writing poetry. In fifth grade, I wrote a story to warn my teacher of the dangers of giving too much homework. (As if I ever had a problem with that!)

It wasn’t until middle school that I thought of writing a book. ( Read the rest of this entry » )

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My daughter thinks I’m magic

My dad used to make “designer pancakes” for us kids — cool pancakes that had circles or shapes embedded in them. I’ve taken to doing some of these for my own kids lately — shapes, initials, I ♥ U — and they love it. My daughter believes me when I tell her I can do it because I’m magic. My son doesn’t, but I told him that if he doesn’t know how I’m doing it, it might as well be magic. ( Read the rest of this entry » )

Originally published at Erin M. Hartshorn. You can comment here or there.