My story starts as a child. I would fall into books like they were a new reality. My mind threw me deep into the depths of the stories I read. The characters were real. As real as you and me. Reading was nothing short of magic.

Then, one day, I sat down with a small writing prompt, unsure of what would happen. Out of nowhere, my fingers flew over the keys on my keyboard and the words showed up on the page. Black on white. And with that, a writer was born.

My future was staring back at me. A blinking cursor. Written in the stars. I am a writer.

I want to write things, even if no one is reading.