I feel like I always have written. I had the impulse to write from a young age, I wrote my first poem at 6 (it was about little waves wishing to go to the river) and a short story at 7 or 8. I also loved to read. I always loved stories. I was really lucky in that my parents thought it was wonderful that I wrote. They celebrated it and even bought me a typewriter when I was 9 years old. They wanted to support this gift they saw in me. I am 63 years old, and this was not usual for young girls in 1967.
Ok, so that might be why I continued to write, because I had my parents’ full support. I always wrote at home, after school, on the weekends, whenever. It seems like I always had a story going in my head. Poems too.
In college, I majored in English because I loved it and it was easy for me. Not gonna lie. Not very popular thing to do in 1976. Most people were starting to look into business and computer science or accounting. The 1980s were coming and there was money to be made. It was a very long decade for me. But majoring in English led to me winning an award in college. I ended up having to split the money for the prize with my college roommate. They had a tie for the first time in maybe ever. It was cool and we both still write.
But we did both go on to “make money.” We didn’t take ourselves seriously enough as artists to move that way. Robin went into…
