Heather King | Notre Dame Magazine Autumn 2013
I once went as a “visiting writer” to the class of a friend who teaches third grade. No flies on these kids. “What is your genre?” one piped up. Another inquired, “When do you know to stop revising?” Finally, a little girl in a green sweater raised her hand and shyly asked, “Do you ever just sit and look out the window?” I thought: Now you are a writer.