I have stories and poems dating all the way back to when my mom taught me to read and write in Spanish when I was four. I also have a diary from when I was about thirteen in which I reported that I’d started my first novel. The working title was Look Me Up on Easy Street, which is pretty funny, because the explanation I gave for the plot is that it was a story about how being rich is hard too. But I grew up really poor, so it’s peculiar that I thought I could write this story with the information available to me at the time. I had clearly not yet heard of “write what you know.”
The first novel I actually published was THE SECRET SIDE OF EMPTY. You can read about it: click here.