Last week’s post on the New Authors’ Fellowship blog:
As a teen, I devoured all the decent speculative fiction I could find. I grew up with a steady diet of the usual (Tolkien, Lewis), but also read stories by Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Elizabeth Boyers, etc. Anything that was decent, I got my hands on it and read it. When I ran out, I began re-reading. When that lost its fascination, I began writing stories for myself.