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Then, when I was 17, my dad left me on a mountain. Seriously, he wasn’t a villain! And I traveled another 800 miles, step by step, through the Appalachian Mountains. When I was 19, my dad built me a fiberglass kayak. It was still drying, still tacky to the touch, when he eased it into the Mississippi River and gave me a push. That time, I traveled more than a couple thousand miles. So, nowadays, when people say, “Where do you get your ideas?” I say, “My dad helped.” Writers write about their lives. So, the more we live, the more ideas we have. Stories instead of chalk and cheese. When I was bigger, I became a schoolteacher. I tried to teach with chalk and a chalkboard, for that’s how my teachers had taught me. But I slowly realized I could teach more quickly through stories. So, I made up stories for social studies and science and even math. |
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