Ann Finch

Biography

What makes a good writer? To say something in such a way that the listener/reader doesn't fall asleep, and if you're real good, they'll remember what you had to say.

One day, at the age of four, while waiting for a bus with our neighbor Trixie, I asked, "How do you know which bus to take?" When she explained that she read the sign above the front window, the lights turned on in my head, and that night I asked my dad, a schoolteacher, to teach me how to read. Dad was a prankster and kept testing to see if I could read between the lines. Gullible, I wondered how anyone knew how to read, but I stubbornly persisted and eventually I got it.

Maybe because I liked reading, I liked school; probably it was because my dad was a teacher. On my first day of kindergarten other kids were crying and wanting to go home. Not me. I tackled kindergarten with gusto. A few days later, when measuring a ten-foot long clay snake, the teacher ran out of rulers. With confidence I walked out of my classroom, (the teacher thought I was going to the bathroom), walked the hallways to the opposite side of the school, looking through classroom door windows before opening one door and boldly walking over to a freckle-faced 12-year old boy (my brother), and asking for his ruler. Then I returned and measured my snake. My mother got a phone call. I promised to be good.

Good to me meant self-appointing myself as the teacher's helper, going from desk to desk answering questions. Another phone call to Mom.

What happened? I was allowed to help some of the time, which appeased me until I became an elementary school teacher, with a a specialty in intermediate-upper grades and reading. That was perfect. While teaching I heard the call of the wild: advertising and marketing would pay me for writing. That was cool.

As much as I liked all of that I had a character in my head who wanted out. At first, I ignored the talking rabbit. I wasn't crazy, or at least, I didn't think so. I was a mother and a business woman. Who had time for rabbits?

Then one day my kids got old and my husband and I got young. We moved from Chicago to San Diego. I said to my husband, "I'm going to write my friend's love story. Everyone says it should be a movie." I worked on the notes for a year. And stopped.

The rabbit, who I had known since I was in high school, kept popping into my head. Back then he was my hero because he helped humans. Whenever I had to tell a story, either for a creative writing class or to my students or to my own kids, I told them my rabbit story. Eventually I came to my senses and listened and brought Wapi to life. E.A.R.S. is his story.

E.A.R.S. is based on some fact. I'm originally from Connecticut. My father was a truck driver before he became a teacher, he continued to drive big rigs during summers when I was a kid. I have an older brother. Winter storms can make driving impossible. All the species of animals mentioned in the story are found in Connecticut. Animals do have a quiet, sixth sense. And, most importantly, animal and human rights, and peace and love are real.

I'm thrilled that you are reading about me and my story about Wapi and E.A.R.S.

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