How I Got Here
It made Hook nervous to see those grinning jaws, hungry for a taste of him.
When I was four years old and counting to 100 in a tedious round of hide and seek, I picked up a book to pass the time, the Little Golden Book of Walt Disney’s Peter Pan. That was when I realized, for the first time, that the black marks beneath the pictures were words, and that the words were telling the story. Lightning bolts and gusts of volcanic steam swirled the atmosphere. I think sparks might actually have shot from my head. I wanted to be the person in charge of the words.
Obviously, learning to read was job #1. I never went to find my friends, and I never stopped reading.
My name is Susan Waggoner, and I’m a working writer. I began with purse books (the pre-computer version of e-books), and have written almost everything else along the way except ad copy. Not that I have anything against ad copy — I just don’t have the kind of concise brilliance Scott Fitzgerald had when he wrote We keep you clean in Muscatine for a steam laundry in Iowa.