I began writing, serious writing, in 6th grade. It was driven by several things:

– My sixth grade teacher introducing us to haiku. They were fascinating. I wrote a book of 100 of them. Bad ones.

– The Christmas gift of a journal. It got me in the habit of writing every day, and noticing how my thoughts changed over time.

– The presence of books in my home. The pride of place given to a couple of bookcases suggested to me that books were important, worthy, and even noble.

I suppose it isn’t surprising that I became not only a poet, and a writer, but also a librarian.

http://www.jlarue.com/

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