They were bound with staples and published on the refrigerator door for a wide audience of relatives, friends and cats. These works of fiction featured rotten handwriting, little plot, and uninspired artwork, but nobody was cruel enough to point this out at the time. It was later in life that kindly people told Karen she would never make a living at writing, and advised her to do something more practical. Lightbulbs went off in her head, and she decided to major in Art History, with a concentration in 20 th century art. Karen worked for museums and galleries, but never could get the writing bug out of her head.
Dreams do come true.
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