i dont remember /beginning/ to write, honestly (the same applies to drawing) seems i was born with a crayola in my hand … i know the addiction was healthy enough for my mom buy me a gorgeous new typewriter when i was in third grade, after wearing out her old one, and i was on that thing pounding away every afternoon.
the first record of creation is a cassette tape of me, age two, chanting lines about a pet turtle. the strangest thing: it had rhythm and rhymed.... neither of which i currently possess /any/ talent for.
(hehehe, rock, i liked the comic strips best… thank goodness your sense of humor has developed... *pause* ... nm.)