When I was 10, I sat down to write what I intended to be my first novel. Originally, it was titled “17 Years”, but then I changed it to be “12 Years” because I figured I’d be finished with it around age 12 and by then, I’d know what it was like to have lived for 12 years.
No. I realized after about 100 handwritten pages that it was a stupid idea. The next year, however, I started on a slightly less stupid novel that I finished four years later when I was 15. ☺️
I am the dad when I’m outside and the mom when I’m inside. It’s so hard to get myself out of the blankets, but once outside I’m so happy with all the refreshing snow.
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