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Do I contradict myself?
About Me — Scott Hughey
Writers Are Crafted
I put off an About Me story, first because I didn’t know what to say and then because I couldn’t decide what to leave out.
We all have a multitude of stories.
For this post, I decided to tell the complicated one about admitting I was a writer then how I later became one.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself.
(I am large, I contain multitudes.) — Walt WhitmanDo I contradict myself?
Very well then. I contradict myself.
(No, I don’t. Yes, I do. Hush, you.) — Scott Hughey
I was an early lover of words and language. Oddly so, given that so many people couldn’t understand mine.
I was adopted, along with my twin sister, at four-months-old. Stacey became my interpreter. She was the only one who could understand me.
One day in kindergarten, something clicked in my head. I can still see the reading corner in the room when the teacher (Mrs. Roberts) went over the lesson, and I read the words before she…
