Do you love stories? I do!
It started back as a child. Dad would read Dr Suess to my sisters and me, changing the words whenever he felt like it, but always keeping the rhyme going. My mom read us a Bible story almost every day. I even remember when my older sister read The Three Musketeers aloud, and my dad was almost late for work because he kept driving around and around in the parking lot, not wanting to miss any of the action. My sisters and I borrowed so many books from the library on our weekly visits that our dad took to calling us the "book piranhas"!
Then I got sick. I ended up being bed ridden for at least a year, which was extremely hard. Being sick is terrifying. Things I had taken for granted, like school and playing with my sisters, became difficult or even impossible. Suddenly, even making it through middle school was not guaranteed. As the world I lived in spiraled out of control, I clung to God, and also to the beautiful places in books, where everything turned out all right in the end. Books like The Chronicles of Narnia, Winnie the Pooh, and The Hobbit became my safe refuge from the pain and fear I was experiencing. But soon that was not enough, and I began to write.
I finished my first novel at eleven years old. Building my own world and telling my own story was completely addicting, and I have been writing ever since. Then in October of 2016 I committed to pursue writing full time.