Of the interests and hobbies that I’ve picked up over the years, nothing has satisfied me more than creative writing. It started, as most writers get their start, with reading. I was a big C.S. Lewis fan as a kid, and read popular young adult fiction during middle and high school. I knew by the time that I was twelve that I wanted to be an author and share my stories with the world. I was inspired by the way authors could create characters that came to life on the paper and felt like best friends to me, and I wanted to do the same. I came to the conclusion that with being a writer, it was important for me to change the lives of my readers in some way or another. I couldn’t write just for myself; I had to write to be that hero for someone who felt like they couldn’t deal with their problems. But I also realized that it wouldn’t be simple to just write a story and send it off. I knew that I’d have to write a manuscript, then edit it tremendously, send it in to publishers with hopes of being published, and wait for their response. Being published is a hard business, but it’s a challenge I’m willing to take. I want to see the gratification on a child’s face when I tell them a story. I want to be able to have a connection with the world doing something that I enjoy.