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Website: I’m A Writer, Yes I Am
Two Sentence Bio About You: After thirty years teaching writing in San Diego, in 2014, I returned to live in my home state, Colorado. I live in the remote, beautiful and mysterious San Luis Valley. All my life, I’ve been a writer but I am always a hiker.
Your First Story: I really like this idea! Hope this fits! It’s the story of an experience that determined the rest of my life. Here’s my blog post: https://marthakennedy.blog/2018/10/17/my-first-time/
Excerpts from:
My First Time
“When I graduated from the University of Colorado in 1974 with a BA in English, I had the idea that the world had been waiting just for that moment, and all I had to do was walk into the local newspaper office — the Daily Camera — and say, “I’m here, the reporter of your dreams.”
I’d worked on college papers, been the editorial editor of one (a column in that paper got me thrown out of that school but a good journalist doesn’t retract a valid opinion, right?), had articles published in the university paper, had even had a letter published in a national magazine. I was obviously awesome.
“Can you type?” they asked me at the Daily Camera.
What did that have to do with being a reporter?
“Before we talk to you, you have to take a typing test.” The bar was low, 35 wpm, but I failed.
“Sorry, sweet cheeks,” they said and set me packing. I think the door might have hit my butt on the way out…
…I responded to an ad in the local paper for volunteer tutors at a new program — The Adult Education Tutorial Program — that had been started by a nun and was held in an old red, sandstone church a few blocks away from my house, in the Highland Park area of Denver that was — back then — considered a semi-slum.
I’d never taught anybody anything. I had a lingering dislike for teachers and teaching was for losers, not incipient famous writers such as myself. Still, it was something to do until school started.
I walked to the church, went down the stairs, opened the door and took a deep breath. My palms were sweaty and my heart was pounding. What was I doing?”
Head over to Martha’s blog, I’m A Writer, Yes I Am! for the rest of the story! You can, also, find her on Facebook and Twitter…
My facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/martha.kennedy.historical.fiction/
Twitter: @MarthaKennedy6
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