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I wrote my first novella at age five, illustrated in crayon, on the white cardboard inserts that came folded in my dad's dry-cleaned dress shirts. It was a turbulent love story, of course, between a babysitter (the most gorgeous, glamorous person I could think of) and her boyfriend, as told from the point of view of the little girl she babysat.

Plot: The boyfriend wasn't sure if he loved the babysitter, who rode horses and made chocolate chip cookies, or the Other Girl, who was so obviously a bottle blonde with her yellow hair and thick black eyebrows, shown walking past a bleeding kitten.

Dialogue and interior thoughts were revealed in caption bubbles. The narrator's angst and loyalty were revealed by her presence in a little boxed corner on every page. Fortunately,  it had a happy ending. A kiss under the porch light with half of the young narrator's face peering over the window ledge. Hearts littered the air. 

At age five, I bound the seam of this book titled "And So They Kissed" with yarn, dreaming of the day when I would write a 'real' book.

Thirty years later, that day is here. Hearts are littering the air.