I was born in Stillwater, Minnesota, about 5 1/2 years before my brother came along to crash the party. Because I was an only child for all those years and because we lived with my grandma, I got away with murder. But when I was 4, we moved to this crummy old farm house in the middle of nowhere. Then I spent so much time alone that I started making up stories and thinking about being an author when I grew up.
Of course, I thought about becoming lots of other things, too, like a jockey, an opera singer, a cowgirl, a spy, a movie star, etc. etc. etc. I'm about 8 in this picture.