I have always loved words.

In 1^st grade, I went to the Young Writers Workshop with my poem about spring. I don’t remember it (although I’m my mom has a copy saved somewhere) but I do recall having words just come to me a unspecified times. It wasn’t something I planned. It just happened.

I secretly wanted to be Joe March.

I would never consider myself a writer. More a lover of words and ideas. Sometimes I just like to see how they fit together into a sentence or just how they look.

xoxox