Somewhere in an elementary school there is a little girl sitting alone in the classroom. It's recess and everyone else is outside playing with friends.

Everyone except her.

Instead of joining them she picks up a pen and starts writing into her notebook. It's the first time she writes like this; a story about a snowman. Little does she know that short stories about snowmen will one day turn into long adventures, emotional rollercoaster rides and whole new worlds created by her imagination.


This little girl is me and even though I don't remember how that story went exactly I still remember that moment vividly. I've been writing ever since and even now, decades later, I still love it, although I did take a break from it for a few years.
But now I want to get back into it and I hope that there are at least some people out there who will enjoy reading what my brain comes up with.