I feel like I’ve been a writer my entire life. I remember as a kid making up stories and putting them down on paper and reading them to my parents (I was also a performer), waiting to watch their reaction to the journey I’d placed before them. They were always supportive, making sure they told me how great the story was, but also pointing out specific parts they loved or thought I could improve on as well. They helped to foster my love of storytelling. 

As I grew older, I fell out of writing and didn’t do so unless forced by the reward of a grade. After a while, I forgot I knew how altogether. That changed here recently, and the worlds that had been living in my head rent free, finally found a new home on the pages of the stories I tell for them. I hope you enjoy every word, even if I only write them for me.