Molly Wolchansky, TX
At seventeen years old, Molly had two plays produced in Dallas, and by the time she was eighteen, she had her first book published. After success in the theater and in the literary scene, her articles were published for D Magazine, TexasLiving, D Ceo, and HeardTell. She also had a short story published in a literary journal and, as a result, she landed editing gigs for three fiction novels — one of which is being rewritten for the big screen.
As a Story Terrace writer, Molly interviews customers and turns their life stories into books. Get to know her better by reading her autobiographical anecdote below.
The Question of All Questions
I was sitting in my classroom surrounded by kids like myself. I looked up at my teacher who always wore sandals that were too big for her feet, as she flashed a smile in the direction of her young audience. “I have an important question to ask you all today, and I want everyone to answer to the best of their ability.”
Every morning we gathered around in groups and talked about our relationship with God. This was not a foreign subject to a kid in Catholic school, so I had braced myself for a question regarding the “Great Flood” or the ” Parting of the Red Sea.”
“What do you want to be when you grow up?
Finally! We were not going to spend the morning talking about religion. It’s not like I was not a religious person, but talking about my relationship with God every single morning had become a little repetitive.
Everyone was madly writing away on their paper, whispering to their friends, comparing answers. I could not believe that so many people were so sure of what they wanted to do with the rest of their life.
For some reason, right then and there, I decided that whatever I wrote on that piece of paper would change the course of my life forever. The room became hot. The flickering of the lights became drowned out by the noises of my classmates. Sweat pitched its tent on my forehead. Think.
No thoughts. I sat and I stared. I tapped my freshly sharpened pencil on my desk. Suddenly, and before I knew it, everyone started reading their fates from their paper to the teacher. One kid said he wanted to be a priest. The kid next to me said he wanted to be a doctor.
My turn. “Well, Molly?”
Without thought, and before I could tell her that I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, I blurted out, “I want to be a writer.”
“Very good, Molly.”
Ever since that fateful day, all I did was write. I wanted to make sure I was the best writer that ever lived. I wanted to be remembered. I wanted to change the world with my writing. I set out to do just that, so here I am.
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