Blogfest 2009

I started writing because I loved books and making up stories.  I used to love to tell tall tales as a kid and felt like I was doing a performance for an audience.  I’d push the limits and see how far I could go before an adult would bust me for lying.  My mother used to warn me about this with the cautionary tale, “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” all the time.  It was her attempt to properly socialize my wild imagination.  In writing, I found a healthy outlet for my creativity.  But not before my nose grew to extreme lengths.   As a result, I will be using my Pinocchio shnoz at book signings.  Please don’t make fun of it.