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About Me — Meghan
Always wondering. Wandering when I can.
I’ve been writing since I was eight years old, but with a twist. I very rarely write anything down. When I was nine, I walked our dear old dog down the quiet neighborhood street, everyday.
There was a big hill that felt insurmountable to me, a mere child, but as I climbed up it, I’d tell a story. Literally. Yes, it’s weird. I’d talk out loud to myself, adding more and more bits to my “novel” every day. I very loosely remember the plot. It started with two young, freckled country kids hiding out in an abandoned pick up truck.
As I approached high school, I remember getting my first computer. It was big and bulky. I fantasized about a blank word processing program with a flashing cursor, full of possibility. It was as inviting as a fresh piece of paper and a newly sharpened pencil.
Writing has always called to me. I keep picking it up and dropping it, but it has always been there. As I grow closer to 40 (not quite, but close enough), I want to hold on and never let go. It’s time.
I don’t read as much as I should. When I do, it’s usually non-fiction, related to personal development and parenting.
I suppose that says a lot about me. I passionately pursue growth and want to be the best parent possible to my children.
