Denise Unrau

When I was a high school creative writing teacher, my students’ work was mostly fantasy and speculative fiction with a smattering of angsty soul-searching poetry, but I don’t remember writing any of that sort of thing when I began to write in earnest. Truth be told, I always fancied myself a children’s writer because I had a vivid imagination even as a child, leading to, or stemming from, equally unsettling dreams about losing my way or not being adequate to a challenge.