Now and then I think how much fun writing fiction might be. I probably don't have the aptitude for it, but I do have the imagination. It comes from taking situations in my life and projecting them into the future, or looking back on past events and imagining other ways they could have turned out. When I was twelve, collecting from customers was the worst aspect of having a paper route. I never knew who was going to answer the door, or what excuse I would hear for why they couldn't pay me that week. . . .
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