Andi M.

I can remember the first time I knew that I wanted to be a writer. I was in the third grade. It was the first time I had to do a writing composition and I knew then that that’s what I wanted to do when I grew up. I had to collect bottle labels and write a story about them. I loved the assignment. I was young and naïve and I believed that there could be no other way for me to earn a living than to write. Later I was given more complex assignments. Things only got better. Fast forward a few years….and here I am - living my dream.