Now that I look back at my childhood I can see that I was always meant to be a writer. I failed math and art classes in high school for reading books under the desk and for writing love poems to my little girlfriend that was giving me grief. When I was even younger I would use my mother’s typewritter to write stories and to make books. I would cut a sheet in four so the book would appear to be thicker than it truly was.
Writing is the only thing that has remained consistent in my life, and it will continue to be so.