You guys just would not believe the technical difficulties happening here this morning. I know, you also don’t care. So I’ll spare you, except to say: if you’re reading this it’s a miracle. A miracle, I tell you!
Today I am honored to be at Erin Margolin‘s place telling you about my writer roots. Even though it means an extra click, I really hope you’ll go over there and say hello to Erin. You can read my post while you’re there, too. How convenient.
I met Erin at Blissdom Conference in 2011, and have been a fan of her writing (and her, in general – she’s pretty awesome) ever since. She’s writes honestly, with humor and heart. Erin hosts a Your Roots series on her blog, where others can share their stories of how we came to write and why we continue to write. It’s a thrill to be part of the Roots series today!
If you’re visiting me from Erin’s place, thank you. I hope you’ll hang around, and please feel free to click on all those social media icons in the top, right corner. I’d love to connect with you on Twitter and Facebook, or wherever it is you like to do your social media-ing.
I’ll see you back here next week. Until then, have a fantastic weekend. And don’t forget to visit Erin’s blog. Did I say please? If not, consider it said. Thank you!
Lapsed homemaker. Looking to hire a full-time housekeeper who will work for the sheer joy of a job well done and free coffee. Interested parties, DM please. 
Your post reminded me that somewhere in my bedroom at my parents’ house is an illegible, handwritten story I wrote in the fourth grade, entitled “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and the Fantastic Four Save Christmas.” I don’t remember much about it, but it was a hit when I read it in class.
Loved your post at Erin’s. You’ve encouraged me to think about my own roots, when I first thought of myself as a writer.
Would it be ridiculous to say that it was before I could actually hold a pencil?
Perhaps. And yet.
It’s true.