As I finished my query letter this week and realized that sending out that letter is my dream, I started to reflect what led me here.
I knew that I would spend my life writing when I was in second grade. Crazy, right? Yeah, well, it’s the truth. I wrote my first story in first grade. It was pretty lame I’ll admit. As far as I remember it focused on a crazy squirrel. Definitely not my finest literary moment.
From that moment on, I spent my spare time in one of three places: with my nose in a book, lost in the world in my head, or with a pencil and paper-drawing or writing what I saw in my imagination.
As my cousins and I made up games of pretend, the characters and places we created wound themselves into the world that I was creating.
In sixth grade, I knew I would spend my life trying to share this world I created with everyone. I didn’t know it then, but what happened between then and now shaped everything I’ve written.
Everyone in life has shaped me and therefore my writing: family, friends, people who have hurt me, people who I have hurt. I didn’t know it at the time. But I see it now. Thank you to everyone who has ever crossed my path. I wouldn’t be me without your influence.