I am putting together the story of my (writing) life for the biographical section of my website. I am lucky to have a mother who kept many of my early creations. I am doubly lucky because she is also a photographer. When I wrote my first story (or at least the one that has become the stuff of family legend), my mother was enrolled in a photography class at a local college. She took a black and white shot of the story, titled The Eight Balls, and printed it in a borrowed darkroom.