The summer I turned twelve, my neighborhood decided to launch a weekly newspaper run by the 'hood kids.

I immediately lobbied to be the city editor. And I was good at it right away.

The newspaper wasn't much. This was way before computers and printers and the Internet. The families of
the kids chipped in and bought the cheapest mimeograph machine they could find. It printed purple blue ink with a distinctive smell on strange slick paper. For the time,
it was really cool.

But it didn't take long for the kids to realize putting out a newspaper every week was hard work. So my staff soon went back to whatever else they'd been doing.

Yeah, it didn't last long. At most, a few months. But it was a great experience. I still view the neighborhood newspaper as the best possible way to have started my writing career.

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