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April Daydreaming About New Stories
photo by Megan Fritz

I've been writing ever since I could hold a pen. Mostly scribbles at first, let's call it pre-writing, before I learned to print my name in very big letters. Once I got the hang of it, there was no stopping me. I wrote on paper with lines, plain paper, colored paper.

Once I even wrote my name in script on the living room wall. I think I was about six years old and I didn't think anyone would notice because I wrote my name with a Chapstick. Boy, did I think I was clever. "What's this?" my mom asked as I rushed by her on my way to the kitchen. She pointed to the living room wall. "I don't see anything," I told her. Then she gently positioned me so I could see the wall from her angle. With the sun streaming in the widow, "APRIL" scrawled in Chapstick, glowed its waxy sheen against the newly painted coral-colored wall. Busted! After that, I promised to keep my writing confined to paper.

For my ninth birthday, my grandfather gave me a real fountain pen, the kind you filled with ink from a bottle. I bought myself a good supply of pink paper and filled my pen with brown ink. I thought I was pretty cool. Somewhere along the way, I lost the pen, which is surprising since I am a pack rat and save EVERYTHING. I still have my Dick Tracy cap gun and and an autographed pawprint postcard from Lassie, notifying me I did not win the Name the Puppy contest. Years later I would discover that all the dogs that portrayed Lassie on television were male dogs. No wonder I didn't win.

So, back to my habit of collecting anything that came within two feet of me. I collected baseball cards, dolls, stuffed animals and of course, books. My parents bought me books and let me choose my favorites at a local bookstore. I kept them with my comic book collection on shelves in my room. Afraid of losing even one of them, I gave each title its own index card and kept the cards in a little box on my desk, along with a date stamper and ink pad. If my friends wanted to borrow anything, they had to check it out.

Please go to my biography page to find out how the girl who began her career writing on walls with a Chapstick, finally got to see her work in print in a real book.