My passion for writing was fueled in no small part by the sheer volume of books I consumed from an early age. In retrospect, I probably consumed those books because I suffered from a dreadful case of then-undiagnosed myopia and found the written word to be my best means of “seeing” the world around me. Despite my literal, and perhaps figurative, shortsightedness, I won a few of statewide writing competitions with stories that tended to highlight my rebellious yet-sympathetic nature—stor...
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