Several years after earning a bachelors degree in social science research, marrying my wonderful, if rather tall, husband and the birth of our second child, I took up my pen once more. That summer's efforts produced the first ten pages of “The Mystery of the Broken Unicorn”-my first experience with a plot idea that simply didn't work. One sweltering summer, my mother, in what can now be easily identified as a desperate ploy to keep her five children occupied for a few hours during the never-ending summer break, implemented a summer writing challenge. On the heals of this success, I went on to write absolutely nothing for many, many years.
Entitled “The Sun,” this work of literary genius contained such awe-inspiring passages as, “The sun is yellow.” It was a ground-breaking success among the Kindergarten of Roadrunner Elementary. At the ripe-old age of five, I wrote my first book.
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