The first book I wrote was award winning. Kind of. It made the local paper, at least.

Polly Ann Crocodilethe story of a girl and her crocodile. You may ask living in Florida, why it was not a girl and her alligator. Well, the 10 year old me thought crocodile sounded better paired with Polly Ann becasue of the “o” sound. So in a convoluted plot point, Polly Ann travels to the bayou to find her crocodile egg which she raises as her own.

And still, it took me about another ten years or so to figure out I wanted to be a writer.

Onward, to write book #2.

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