The Grand Adventurer
As a child, we didn't have a lot of money. Well, my parents were well off, but I was poor. I believe the term is "Land Rich." So I would entertain myself for hours, going on grand quests and great adventures.
I would then recount my adventures and various harrowing tales to the kind queen (my Mom), who would instantly turn red and throw me into the dungeon. After hours in my room, the Punisher would call me forth and give me The Talk. (Usually on Distruction of Property, Defacement, Respecting Other People's things, etc.)
After a while, I figured out that the punishment was too great, so I just started writing. My Mom was my first editor. I remember a particularly mean letter I wrote to her as a grouchy thirteen year old. She corrected it and handed it back, with cretiques. (Like: over usage of the F word shows lack of imagination.) I was horrifed, but it prepared me for critics.
I was locally and nationally published at 15. After which I quit writing becasue I 'discovered boys.' Had a few more grand adventures after that.
Now I stay at home, raise children and write. Its a simple life, but enjoyable...
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A giggle a day keeps the craziness away... mostly...