authoress T.A. Henry
I started writing back in elementary school and entered my first contest at eight.
I went down to the local library where all the entries were displayed and mine was the only one without a ribbon of some sort.
And quit writing.
Only it’s hard to quit something in your blood. It’s hard to stop your heart beating. It’s hard to stop breathing.
I came back to writing time and again and then walked away when struggling under my disappointment. Yay, I sold the option on my film script. Whaaa, it mouldered in a desk drawer somewhere and never saw the light of day.
Laughing. But life is funny like that.
When my son was 3 and not yet diagnosed with ASD, I was going crazy. I needed something for myself.
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