Was it a murder mystery? A horror story? I wanted to find out I wanted to fill the page I wanted to see where the little keys would take me. I looked at the blank page and wondered what might come next. I thought about explaining to him that I couldn’t imagine anything that could be more fun than what I was doing. He wanted to go outside and do something fun. When my friend found me, he was clearly oblivious to the value of the discovery I had made. I swear the very first thing I wrote was: “It was a dark and stormy night, and a shot rang out.” I thought I was a genius. I completely forgot about the game and loaded a sheet of paper. It was a huge black metal upright with small round keys. I was really young, no more than seven or eight, and me and a friend were playing hide and seek, and I found a typewriter in their basement. When did you know you wanted to be an author?
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