I’m shockingly normal, actually. I’m a college student, twenty years old, and addicted to Red Bull (as any young writer should be). I’ve been writing since I was three and my grandfather would let me write my own bedtime stories. I was always the headstrong heroine, of course, because bedtime stories don’t have enough of those. I saved puppies in my rainbow parachute, returned lost baby ducklings to their magical ponds, and found Atlantis in a hot air balloon gone astray every night. Those ideas stayed in my head until I was twelve when I decided that even if I couldn’t be the star of every story, I could make Harry Potters and Junie B. Jones of my own for people to cheer for. So I did. From that came my first novel that has long since been locked up away on my laptop. I thought after I’d purged all that creativity I could go on and be a normal kid who loved gym class and raced bikes and watch MTV after school. But I kept loving words. I never got tired of them. So I kept writing these novels and short stories and poems and lyrics and that eventually spilled over into publishing. I write YA specifically because it catches these characters at the most pivotal, tumultuous, difficult point in their lives. These heroes and heroines are having to be heroes and heroines at such a young age. They are put through hardships when they are also trying to learn how to deal with emotions they’ve never felt. It’s so admirable. Would you like to be abnormally normal with me?