Fridays are usually the days I end up posting a snippet of any new writing I am working on to fill The Friday Muse segment of this blog. Not today. Today, I want to go in a different direction. Don’t worry, I’ll still be talking about writing, just in a different vein. Go back with me to 1995. What were you doing? I was a tenth-grader living in Modesto, California. I was surrounded by family and friends, and my adolescent life – I have to admit – was at one of the highest points I can remember. I had been writing fiction for a number of years by this point,…