I always knew I wanted to be a writer. Before I knew how to write, stubborn three year old me spent hours writing stories in beautiful scribble that was nonsensical to anyone but me---let;s hope that wasn't my best work.
I've traveled a bit, studied a bit and worked a bit. I'm phrasing this so I don't sound like a tit; replace a bit with a lot and you get the last ten years of my life.
My life decisions are made by asking if I can get a good story from this experience, I, therefore, have done many hilarious things. This was deliberate. I always thought I couldn't be a writer until I had something to write about. And now, I'm almost thirty, I might as well start typing.
I've stumbled drunkenly through my twenties waiting until I have a voice and something to say. I was chatting the whole way so I'm sure I always had a voice. I made it very clear that I had one. Very clear. But putting pen to paper seemed somehow unreachable. I am now reaching, .