When I launched this blog, I forgot that for about 20 years of my life I wanted to be a writer.

I was a voracious reader as a kid. Before podcasts existed, I filled my head with books on tape (specifically Agatha Christies). When I was 9 or 10 I dreamed about writing a novel and on some floppy disk in Virginia lives the secret scribbles of a wannabe writer. As with many things, my reading and writing fell away in middle school and then my high school - a public, rural school - was… fine. Not known for academic rigor. It wasn’t a bad school, but it was realistic about what it was and who its students were.

And then I met Linda Hall.

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