Paragraph TWo That night I wrote a short sad poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the Capris Weekly newspaper To my astonishment, they published it and sent me two dollars. I was published and paid writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They laughed."Just plain dumb luck, the teacher said. I tasted success. Id sold the first thing Id ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck that was fine with me
Paragraph Two That night I wrote a short sad poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the Capri’s Weekly newspaper. To my astonishment, they published it and sent me two dollars. I was published and paid writer. I showed my teacher and fellow students. They laughed. “Just plain dumb luck,” the teacher said. I tasted success. I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written. That was more than any of them had done and if it was just dumb luck that was fine with me
Paragraph Three During the next two years I sold dozens of poems, letters, jokes and recipes. By the time I graduated from high school with a C minus average, I had scrapbooks filled with my published work. I never mentioned my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again. They were dream killers and if people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their dreams
Paragraph Three During the next two years I sold dozens of poems, letters, jokes and recipes. By the time I graduated from high school, with a C minus average, I had scrapbooks filled with my published work. I never mentioned my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again. They were dream killers and if people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their dreams
Paragraph Four I had four children at the time. and the oldest was only four. While the children napped, I typed at my ancient typewriter. I wrote what I felt. It took nine months, just like a baby. I chose a publisher at random and put the manuscript in an empty Pampers diapers package, the only box I could find Id never heard of manuscript boxes. The letter I enclosed read: I wrote this book myself, I hope you like it. I also do the illustrations. Chapter six and twelve are my favorites Thank you. I tied the string around the diaper box and mailed it without a self addressed stamped envelope and without making a copy of the manuscript
Paragraph Four I had four children at the time, and the oldest was only four. While the children napped, I typed at my ancient typewriter. I wrote what I felt. It took nine months, just like a baby. I chose a publisher at random and put the manuscript in an empty Pampers diapers package, the only box I could find. I’d never heard of manuscript boxes. The letter I enclosed read:“I wrote this book myself, I hope you like it. I also do the illustrations. Chapter six and twelve are my favorites. Thank you.”I tied the string around the diaper box and mailed it without a self addressed stamped envelope and without making a copy of the manuscript
Paragraph Five A month later I received a contract. an advance and royalties, and a request to start working on another book. Crying Wind, the title of my book, became a best seller, was translated into fifteen languages and Braille and sold worldwide. I appeared on TV talk shows during the day and changed diapers at night. I traveled from New York to California and Canada on promotional tours. My first book also became required reading in native American schools in Canada
Paragraph Five A month later I received a contract, an advance and royalties, and a request to start working on another book. Crying Wind, the title of my book, became a best seller, was translated into fifteen languages and Braille and sold worldwide. I appeared on TV talk shows during the day and changed diapers at night. I traveled from New York to California and Canada on promotional tours. My first book also became required reading in native American schools in Canada