It wasn't anything special in my mind, but I after reading to the class, my teacher was nearly in tears and asked to see me after class. At first I thought she was going to turn me in to the School Counselor, but it turned out that she loved it. She praised my story and reccomended that I join the Creative Writing Club. Fearing repercussions for getting beat up for going to that geek-filled club (I was a nerd at best) I turned her down initially.
Once I realized the girl to boy ration in the club however, I finally relented and started showing up once a week to share in student's writing. I ended up enjoying it quite a bit and by my Junior year I had decided to write a novel. I came up with the basic outline and first eight chapters over the next year in between numerous short stories.
Reading up on Stephanie's bio online got me thinking. Here is a housewife with small children, lives in my area (Phoenix), and wrote a book in three months while juggling normal family life.
The time was right, I pulled out my old manuscript, and promptly gagged when I read what I had written so long ago. It was horrible, and someday I'll post up the original manuscript. Suffice it to say that about the only thing staying is a couple of the names of the characters and some basic plots. Past that, the baby's been thrown out as well as the kitchen sink and I'm starting from scratch.