I don’t remember the first book I ever read, or fell in love with, but I know that growing up I could always be found buried in a new book. At family events, I was the one in the corner reading while everyone else made small talk. At school, I was the one who never heard the teacher say it was time to put down our books and move on to math, so engrossed was I in the adventures within the pages of my story.
I scarified sleep and eyesight staying up until the wee hours of the morning reading by flashlight, and never once regretted it.
My official bio reads that I was born with ink in my veins and magic in my heart, and that’s not too far off the mark. From my earliest memories, I loved and craved the written word. As soon as I could put my own words on paper, I penned stories to share with others. By the time I ran out of teeth to sell to the Tooth Fairy, I had stories and poems to sell to my first paying customers of family and neighbors.
In fact, one of my earliest tales, The Village of Antville, inspired the movie Ants, though I was obviously not credited for this! I learned early on that the Universe has a way of pooling all ideas, and if you don’t manifest them yourself, someone else will. I learned to act, and took risks to go pro in my writing at the earliest possible moment.
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