Where do I begin? At the beginning?
I grew up in western Massachusetts, where my father taught at a boarding school called Northfield Mount Hermon School. It was a really cool place to be and if you can afford it, you should totally go. Or apply for financial aid, or something. But then, you may want to go to high school at home. It’s not for everybody.
After college at Wesleyan University (and I’m not saying I’m old, but I just noticed my track and field coach is being inducted to the Athletics Hall of Fame), where I majored in Silliness and Being Juvenile, I entered the horrible world of work. Avoid this as long as you can. I’m serious. Get a graduate degree and a Ph. D. and whatever else you can finagle. Or you will end up, like me, a secretary at age 21. It’s not a pretty picture.
Eventually I got it together, worked in publishing in New York City and landed writing contracts. But that part is boring. Have I told you about my cats?