When I was around 7 or 8 ish my parents moved me out of town, to a place where roads were covered in gravel. When it rained everything turned to mud, and there were maybe two kids on the entire block that were near my age. Books became my escape. 
I don't know if many of you can relate but my parents worked all the time. Which meant that my sister and I would be stranded at home most of the time. While she would disappear into her room to play barbies or whatever it was she did, I would spend my time taping numbers on all my books. I would set them all up in order and force my family to come into my "library" aka my bookshelf in my room, to check out a book. 

The first book I ever fell in love with was Anne of Green Gables. to this day it is still my guilty pleasure. I related to Anne Shirley on a whole new level. We were bosom friends. As my love for fiction grew, it became somewhat of an addiction.  Before I realized what happened my kindle was full, my phone was nearing it's capacity due to m.y kindle app, and my garage was filled with boxes of books that I hadn't been able to shelve yet. It was at this moment where I realized that I not only wanted to read great stories...I wanted to write them. 

so, this is my attempt. there will be errors...it may even really suck, but...this is for me. As much as I hope you find my stories enjoyable, I'll keep writing them for me even if you don't.