Last
in the “I want to be” section of my list was a writer. Since I didn’t say famous
writer (I never wanted that) or a
novelist, I’d say I succeeded. Between my years as a newspaper reporter and
many freelance assignments, I fulfilled my wish to “know that someone thinks
enough of my work to pay me for it.”
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My parents lived in Greenwich Village when I was born, but moved to Queens when I was still very young. They chose an apartment in Woodside ... -
1952, age 9: Newly motherless and too young to fully appreciate the effort it must have taken my dad to have a tree and gifts that year, I s...
Yes You are a writer!
ReplyDeleteSince I've purchased a few Women's World mags to read your romances, you can count me among the people who think enough of your writing to pay for it.
ReplyDeleteI count you in many ways, all good (but haven't figure out how to word that properly).
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DeleteTa da! And you are.
ReplyDeleteAnd a wonderful, entertaining writer. I'm privileged to have been able to read you!
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