The Fiery Boys (A Sample) (Chapter Two, page 1 of 6)


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I sat in my Creative Writing class and stared at the paper. An A! Underneath the grade, the professor had written, "Good passion." That was a first. I had been struggling with this class all semester.

I wasn't sure I liked Professor Norbert's concept of Creative Writing. His suggested reading list had way too many dense books, with wordy sentences, thick layers of abstraction, and ambiguous conclusions. Hadn't I read enough of that in high school and college? These night-school classes were supposed to be light and easy-an opportunity to do something fun. So why did I have to read such tedious books?

But I put up with the class because I wanted to be a writer. And we've all heard the advice: if you want to be a good writer, you have to read. So that's exactly what I did. I spent much of my free time plowing through book after book, finishing another one every few days. But I was the one who picked those books, not Professor Norbert.

If I could have created my own reading list, I'd have chosen the sort of articles and books that I someday hoped to write: stories about rock and roll. That was my goal: to be a famous reporter who covered the music scene, followed bands, and interviewed musicians. I dreamed of being like Ivory Doe of No Moss magazine, one of the most famous music journalists out there.

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