For those of you who enjoyed my blog post, I “Wish” No More, about my childhood, self-inflicted intimation of the writing skills of Steinback. Excerpt from John Steinbeck’s journals while he was working on Grapes of Wrath. March 21 My many weaknesses are starting to show their heads. I simply must get this thing out…

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Before I could read—I was a “writer.” Flashlight, paper, and pencil in hand, I’d drag my favorite blanket into my bedroom closet and there in the privacy of my hanging clothes, I covered countless pages with fantastic swirls and lines. I had no doubt. I was a writer. Learning to read Dick and Jane posed no…

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