Jencey's Writer's Corner

           Right around the second grade is when I truly got into writing, and unfortunately, I can’t claim I started writing because of some overwhelming desire to tell my story. To be honest, I started writing my first book ( The Secret Life of Red Foxes, a real page-turner) because my older brother had already written a book and I thought I could write a better one. We were very into animals then, and while my brother wrote of an epic adventure a trio of ducks had to endure to get back home, I wrote about the family dynamics of red foxes within their very own den. I’m pretty sure the dad was having trouble expressing his anger in ways other than yelling, and the family was trying to come up with better ways to communicate. Not so thrilling, but oh so relatable.                     Although I like to think my writing has matured quite a bit fr...