How Pasty Butt Paid for my Grave

I started reading quite young, thanks to my Mom. She read to me every night and when I could catch her relaxing, she usually had a book or a magazine in her hand. It didn’t take me long to realize that someone out there actually wrote books as a job!

Once I learned to write, I wrote a lot. I loved to try for scary stories, even when my third-grade writing skills were barely there. Once I learned to type on my old manual typewriter, I worked harder at writing coherent stories and non-fiction articles. By nineteen I published regularly, though rarely paid anything but copies…