December 26, 1956
Christmas was a bit of a shock when I went over to spend the holiday with Michael and Joy[Brown]. My present?
One year's wages to support myself while I write.
And why not? I know I no longer want to be a lawyer, and I don't fancy working the ticket counter for the Airline the rest of my life. So I'm taking them up on the offer, quitting my job once we get back from Christmas holiday, and in the meantime I have this new blog to hopefully organize my poor, unorganized brain. Me, an author! Well wish me luck!
- Harper
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