When I was about four, I used to write pages and pages of stories. I would sit at a desk and scribble away for hours, thinking up elaborate plots for my characters and the battles they faced. There was just one problem: I didn't know how to write.

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My mom would find my pages scattered around the family room, covered in indecipherable loops and scribbles. Though we both still wonder what exactly I was writing, there is no question that I have always wanted to tell stories.

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My path to turn writing into my career has never been straightforward, but the journey is where I find joy, from every loop to every scribble. 

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