Once upon a time, there was an average high school girl who could not decide what she wanted to be when she grew up.
“Be a secretary,” her mother suggested, “because you’ll always have a job. People ALWAYS need secretaries.”
So the girl took high school business courses. She learned to type 85 words a minute and write in the super secret code called Gregg Shorthand (which was kind of fun until the day she had to sit across from a guy who talked really fast and expected her to transcribe her scribbles into a coherent business letter). When she graduated from high school, the girl commuted to an all girls’ Catholic college to learn to become a legal secretary.
The girl went on to work for a creepy little guy who introduced her to his colleagues as “his tomato”. It was right about then that the seeds of discontent started sprouting, and the girl wondered what she REALLY wanted to be when she grew up (’cause being somebody’s ‘tomato’ sure as hell wasn’t it).
It wasn’t until the girl grew up, had two children of her own and realized that being a grown up was grossly overrated that she knew exactly what she wanted to be (besides a mom) …
She wanted to write books for teenagers and enlightened grown-ups.
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