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So, I've never been tagged before.  I am supposed to post my fourth picture in the fourth photo file on my computer.   So here you go: I took this at Youth Writer's Camp 2 years ago.  I loved that camp.  I was really involved in the Middle Tennessee Writing Project for 3 years, and this camp is one of the main things I did.  Every summer I spent two weeks helping young writers between the ages of 11-16 to really work on their craft.  More than anything, we just gave them a place to work, time to write, and peers to give feedback.  I learned so much from watching these young writers invest in their own writing.  I always came away with new ideas and a renewed passion for working on my own projects. 

PS-- A cat is currently curled up on my lap.  If you know me, you know that I am NOT a cat person.  But this little one just might win me over.  My friend Megan is making a pit stop in my apartment on her journey from NYC back to Nashville.  While here, her sweet cat is making friends with me.   

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