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I don't remember a time when I didn't write or draw; it just didn't dawn on me to think of myself as a writer or artist, or that maybe someday I could be one.
But even now, I don't think "author" when I think of myself, but rather as someone who has something to tell you. My job now is to tell you so you'll be intrigued to read what's next -- and glad when you're done that you spent some of your time reading something I wrote.
What's next? It'll be the book I was enthused about before I got sidetracked on this one. It's the story of Maudie Florence Dempsey, a teenage girl in the 1920s who left her home for work one summer, then returned to her parents (who were planning to move) and to the boy she missed most of all (who was dating another girl by then.)
It's so full of details of everyday life in the 1920's, you'll feel like you've been there.
Max Anne Isom
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