I never thought I would really have a blog; like an actual written online blog where I write consecutive entries for a maybe public audience. My experience with blogging extends short of daily tumblr-ing and the occasional journal entry in a $10 Wal-Mart notebook. So, this is a new experience entirely. Here, I am entering uncharted territory for somebody like me--a writer who is wholeheartedly convinced that she has nothing good to say. When I was a child, I read everything I could get my hands on from the Bristol Public Library. Mystery, horror-lit, humor, kid fiction, even YA books that had appealing covers and cool titles. I wanted to explore the worlds Stephen King crafted, and be immersed in all things adult when it came to books. Those authors, they had something to say, and they said it well. While I was too young to read Stephen King at 12 and 13, I knew he was a genius writer, and I wanted to be just like him. But I wanted to be like R.L. Stine, too. I wanted to be like Barba...
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