Rita Writes


I was first published at age seven.  The Cleveland Plain Dealer featured a story I wrote about the Easter Bunny…an odd first effort from a little Jewish girl. The die was cast.  From then on, I fancied myself a writer and took the Journalism route.

As one would expect I was the high school paper editor and wrote very bad teen poetry as did my friends. My poems and that of my friends are stashed away but I capitulate to temptation and bring them out on occasion.  I find the efforts admirable for their spirit and remarkable for the use of a somewhat unusual vocabulary.

Today, I write business books on Job Search and have a well populated blog. But it is Benjamin Bernstein, American who provokes my imagination. Through Ben I learn to write fiction.  It is hard to overcome the long standing habits of straight, just the facts mam writing, but I am enjoying the journey as I craft the imagined world of my paternal grandfather.

Fortunately, I made new friends who write fiction and are generous enough to critique or even edit some of my work.  I met them online and enjoy their friendship and admire their skill.  I am having more fun than this solitary endeavor would otherwise provide because of Twitter, Facebook and my efforts to create a platform.


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