This month's blog is an essay written by Amy Vaughn, a distant cousin of mine. She asks what all of us would-be writers have asked ourselves at one time or another. When I was eight years old I started on my first novel. From what I recall, it was going to be very dramatic, pretty much a soap opera. But my sister found the first few pages and read them aloud to her friends, older kids. They laughed, probably harder in my memory than in real life. But it was enough embarrassment to kee [...]
