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When I was Hers
A short story depicting the time Ellen spent with Donovan, and how badly he didn't want to let her go.
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First published October 19, 2014
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About the author
Megan Trennett
6 books16 followersI was born on March 13, 1986 in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia at 3:55 am. Aside from being a Pisces, I'm not really sure what that meant for me. Second born, my sister is seven years older than I am. My father was a carpenter, and my mother has spent most of my life working in a local grocery store. Again, I'm not sure how this relates to me, my writing, or anything else, but it's the start of my story.
There are few things I know for certain about myself the stem from my childhood. My Dad got me to tell him stories in the car while waiting for my Mom as she ran errands. I have no idea what any of these stories were about, but I do remember doing the task with great enthusiasm from as early an age as three. Stories: that is my passion.
Fast forwarding a little bit, I know my first real love of writing came to me when I was in the forth grade. My teacher, Mrs Boudreau, had this time set aside for us to write or draw, and we could submit out scribblers to be shared to the class. I did that a lot, and I believe she was the first person in my life to encourage me to write just because I liked it. At the time, my favorite show in the entire world was ReBoot. Go ahead, look it up, it was awesome!
I continued to write for fun, but at the same time was learning how much fun playing video games for the story was too, so I didn't get a whole lot of practice in. But they ended up inspiring stories of their own, and I spent the whole summer between sixth and seventh grade writing stories and playing games, taking walks and day dreaming of stories to tell.
In the eighth grade, my English teacher, Mr Card, very strongly suggested that I submit something to the provincial school board's anthology. It was my first experience being published, the second came when a few of the other teachers decided to show case my work on the school website. The following year my nerdy love of words got me my first paid offer to write from the jokes in my English class.
I continued writing through High School, earning a credit for working on my first novel, and winning a scholarship with my first novella. Neither are pieces of brilliance, but I lived in a small town so that kind of promise from a student was impressive. Just as I was graduating, a small trial course called Writing for Publication showed up at the community college. I enrolled and began my post secondary venture into writing.
Where I completely and utterly thought I had zero talent.
Ran by the wonderful Thea Atkinson, I learned a lot from her, as well as my classmates, but was quickly squished my lack of life experience, a constant slew of rejections, and no faith in myself.
I did meet my husband during my time in college, so not all was lost at least. I did, however, not write another thing for three years after graduating. Nothing. Nadda. Zip, zero, zilch. I read a lot, and got very involved in various shows, movies, ect. It was during this period of stalemate that I found my passion for the Phantom of the Opera. It was also when I moved to Halifax, Nova Scotia, got married, and in the same year met my best friend (you know, aside from the one I married.)
She and my hubby both encouraged me to start writing again, and while the first three ventures back in to the writing world have never been read by anyone but them, it did lead me to Heart Pulled to Pieces.
It was a pretty big hit among the few work colleagues that wanted to read it, and while they read the very first draft, I wrote An Altered Ending, and then a few months later, Unscripted Transformations. It took me a long time to convince myself that maybe I had something here that people would want to read, and in January of 2011 I was determined to try and publish. Of course, it seemed that no agent wanted what I had, no one was looking to represent it at the time, so I decided to venture into the Indie Publishers.
I was picked up by Girlebooks the following month, and was with them until the author program e
There are few things I know for certain about myself the stem from my childhood. My Dad got me to tell him stories in the car while waiting for my Mom as she ran errands. I have no idea what any of these stories were about, but I do remember doing the task with great enthusiasm from as early an age as three. Stories: that is my passion.
Fast forwarding a little bit, I know my first real love of writing came to me when I was in the forth grade. My teacher, Mrs Boudreau, had this time set aside for us to write or draw, and we could submit out scribblers to be shared to the class. I did that a lot, and I believe she was the first person in my life to encourage me to write just because I liked it. At the time, my favorite show in the entire world was ReBoot. Go ahead, look it up, it was awesome!
I continued to write for fun, but at the same time was learning how much fun playing video games for the story was too, so I didn't get a whole lot of practice in. But they ended up inspiring stories of their own, and I spent the whole summer between sixth and seventh grade writing stories and playing games, taking walks and day dreaming of stories to tell.
In the eighth grade, my English teacher, Mr Card, very strongly suggested that I submit something to the provincial school board's anthology. It was my first experience being published, the second came when a few of the other teachers decided to show case my work on the school website. The following year my nerdy love of words got me my first paid offer to write from the jokes in my English class.
I continued writing through High School, earning a credit for working on my first novel, and winning a scholarship with my first novella. Neither are pieces of brilliance, but I lived in a small town so that kind of promise from a student was impressive. Just as I was graduating, a small trial course called Writing for Publication showed up at the community college. I enrolled and began my post secondary venture into writing.
Where I completely and utterly thought I had zero talent.
Ran by the wonderful Thea Atkinson, I learned a lot from her, as well as my classmates, but was quickly squished my lack of life experience, a constant slew of rejections, and no faith in myself.
I did meet my husband during my time in college, so not all was lost at least. I did, however, not write another thing for three years after graduating. Nothing. Nadda. Zip, zero, zilch. I read a lot, and got very involved in various shows, movies, ect. It was during this period of stalemate that I found my passion for the Phantom of the Opera. It was also when I moved to Halifax, Nova Scotia, got married, and in the same year met my best friend (you know, aside from the one I married.)
She and my hubby both encouraged me to start writing again, and while the first three ventures back in to the writing world have never been read by anyone but them, it did lead me to Heart Pulled to Pieces.
It was a pretty big hit among the few work colleagues that wanted to read it, and while they read the very first draft, I wrote An Altered Ending, and then a few months later, Unscripted Transformations. It took me a long time to convince myself that maybe I had something here that people would want to read, and in January of 2011 I was determined to try and publish. Of course, it seemed that no agent wanted what I had, no one was looking to represent it at the time, so I decided to venture into the Indie Publishers.
I was picked up by Girlebooks the following month, and was with them until the author program e
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