I was writing before I knew how to curve the pencil to form a legible letter. I would pop open our printer, steal all the paper and scribble endlessly, all while seeing the story form in my head.

I’ve got the passion for writing - some family and friends even say I have the talent! At some point in my life, I could no longer view the world as a passive soul. I had to glance at the shopping cart busser’s shoes, trying to envision what kind of character would wear Adidas Sambas. Your characters live within these lines, too; like a figure just obscured from your vision, a face from a dream that you cannot recall. With collaboration, though, we can breathe compassion, heartache, lust and rage into them. With audiences, even easier! Those pesky Sambas do not have to be studied, they can just be. The only thing separating you from understanding another person is just a little bit of thought, maybe even interrogation. Not in a creepy way, though.