Since I was a young child I have always aspired to be an author. When I was able to write coherent sentences, I used to repeatedly write a story about a little girl who wanted to keep a snowflake as a friend, but it kept melting and made her sad. Now I just write epic fantasy novels, filled with twists turns and betrayals, set in a parallel universe not to similar to our own... But a melting snowflake story sounds much better to be honest.