InkInTheVeins
| Location | Boston, Massachusetts, United States |
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| Introduction | My tale begins in 85. I came alive in 11th grade. I don't know the year. That's when my teacher stood up and said, "Scare me." And I did. I wrote a story as a ritual killer who worships the red ringed moon. Something sparked inside me and I had found my passion. Before it had been art and poetry and music, the piano and singing. Now all that was put in the background while writing, the one thing that has always been with me since I was little has stayed with me. The library was just one block away and I came home with huge piles of books climbing up my arms or falling out of bags. I ran with it and I went to Chicago with that and a couple of developing novels. Now I have one more added to that pile and non-fiction anthologies brewing in my files. At this point in my life, I have been a Fiction Writing Major for four years, never changed, never moved, though I still pursue other arts. In the future I see myself with a Boys and Girls Club Program using the method I learned at school and I see myself jumping and squealing, as well as selling my own books, because I have finally got it in print but the publisher has me on the bottom of the list for publicity. |