I’m a writer, too. When I was a child, I lived in England and played in the forest with my sister. I created a make-believe kingdom, wrote my first novel, and won an award for my writing. My first and last initials were the same as yours, and my family had a light blue Ford Anglia.
OK, I realize you might doubt the truth of some or all of the statements above. I admit I am not a famous, published author earning huge, well-deserved royalties. The novel I wrote when I was eight years old only had four chapters, and the writing award I won was for a fire prevention slogan. Sadly, our Ford Anglia lacked the ability to fly.
Maybe I should rename this post “Six Degrees of Separation Which Have Nothing to Do with Kevin Bacon.”
*Thanks for the inspiration, Deb.