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1. What’s the one book or writing project you haven’t yet written but still hope to?
some random essays and thoughts that are random, but tangled and make sense as a unit, paid for blogging, some modern day proverbs.

2. If you had one entire day in which to do nothing but read, what book would you start with?
i rarely reread......so i'd just go to barnes and noble, but a coffee and a rice krispie treat and read all the pretty books. there is one out i have my eye on......everything i learned about being a girl i learned from judy blume

3. What was your first writing “instrument” (besides pen and paper)?pretty journals and new pens (ok, that is still pen and paper...but not like big cheif tablets or anythings)

4. What’s your best guess as to how many books you read in a month? school year ( non holiday month) 4-6, summer atleast ten ( 4 this week alone)

5. What’s your favorite writing “machine” you’ve ever owned?“writing machine”? laptop, but i am still partial to a good gel pen and a new journal. i write differently than i type.

6. Think historical fiction: what’s your favorite time period in which to read? (And if you don’t read historical fiction–shame on you.) i suppose shame on me too. i occasionally read historical firction......but i like memoirs does that count? i like pretty current stuff.......but like to read about people and places in parts of the world i don't know. i like to learn something as well as a good story when i read.

7. What’s the one book you remember most clearly from your youth (childhood or teens)?ok, i'm going to break this one up into eras.
kindegarden: bernstein bears
elementary school ( 2-4th grade). i heart ramona quimby. the whole series. also partial to tales of a fourth grade nothing and superfudge.
junior high: across four aprils ( hey..that is historical fiction right?)...and of course are you there god it's me margret ( haha!)
highschool...i know this is cliche but a seperate peace, catcher in the rye and cold sassy tree. i still love a good coming of age peice.

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