About Me — LL Kirchner
I’ve always wanted to tell stories
Ever since I can remember I’ve wanted to tell stories. Instinctively more comfortable behind the scenes, my first attempts were plays that I “performed” with popsicle stick figures as the actors. Eager for an audience beyond my mom and dad, I began stapling pages of my writing together, topped with hand-drawn covers.
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My mother didn’t save any of my writing. Though I can’t be sure, I suspect she was eager to encourage my skills in the hard sciences. One concrete example I can recall is of me, happily offering Mom my first baked creation—a concoction of flour and salt and water that I’d baked in a metal cup. She took one look and hissed at my father, “Bob, she’s making a cake.” The next toy I got was a microscope. But her attempts to steer me toward a more lucrative career didn’t work.
As our family circled the Rust Belt, I kept writing and drawing. My performances, however, became largely relegated to drunken antics as I worked my way into rehab for the first time at 19. In the…
