I was born in a hospital that no longer exists. My mother has often joked that I came out holding a pencil and a notebook. I taught myself to read by following her finger as she read to me nightly and fell in love with books so early. I remember that, at one point, had more books than I had toys and I was happy with that. I didn't need the toys because my books took me on adventures I didn't know were possible.
I began writing when I was in 3rd grade. There was a workshop that my elementary school did to promote writing in the students. The very first story I wrote was a short one about how the cat got its purr. Everyone seemed to love it and the fire was ignited within. From that moment on, I wrote. I didn't just write, I became a writer. My love of literature and understanding of the English language and how to pull pieces of it together to string a line of characters that can move people to tears or laughter... that is my soul.