It was many years ago — over two decades now — that I attended a writer’s conference in hopes of learning how to write a book and get it published.Since I was a small child of four or five, I knew I was born to write and tell stories. As you may have read before, my childhood game of pretend was packing the family suitcase (I literally packed my clothes in it) and going to New York on “book business.” In this beloved childhood game, I was always warmly welcomed in New York and the books I wrote were celebrated.