Look at these two. The girl on the left is me (My husband saw this picture and asked if I ate a lot of cheese when I was young. You may wonder the same thing. The answer is yes), and the girl on the right is Beverly. Beverly is a lot of things fabulous, and Beverly is also my cousin. Growing up, I wrote. That’s what I did. I wrote terrible angst filled poems. I wrote a community newspaper for my trailer park. I wrote fiction that was bad and nonfiction that was worse. I wrote