Once Upon a Time I Wrote a Book
There I was, this frightened and fearful teenage, sitting at my dining room table with pencil and paper, pouring her soul into stories with happy endings, where the heroine always got rescued, knowing there was no rescue for me, in my home. But the very act of writing gave me the courage and determination to get through an other day, and another day, until … I didn’t quite know what the ‘until’ was, but I knew there had to be something. Something else.