I was a writer before I was technically literate. As a preschooler, I would draw glyphs with my magic markers and crayons, extolling my backyard adventures between swingsets and chainlink fences. I also pretended to read newspapers and would enter into debates with any consenting grownup willing to discuss who the monster with the most influence was: Cookie Monster or Grover. (The answer is always Grover, by far. Or near. Far!) Years passed, and I finally learned to read and write. And write I did. I sent poems and some of my first essays into writing contests; some were published. Some got me a free ice cream cone and a page in a giant book of published works by creative kids. I wrote throughout high school and thought seriously about becoming a journalist. This idea seemed to worry the grownups, so I heeded their concern and placed that dream aside to collect dust on a shelf like the rest of my Golden Books. I went into the health field like a gifted and talented child should. Ever the persistent one, I continued to write through college and various stages of my career as a side project. Today, I'm a freelance medical writer with a nursing background. I am figuring out how to have it all, one sentence at a time. I love breaking down complex health concepts for people of all ages. And most recently, I've fallen in love with writing flash fiction and serialized fiction stories.