I started writing as soon as I learned how to string words into sentences. I would curl up into a quiet corner with a notepad and write – little poems and short stories. I remember this one character I made up, an amalgam of a bunch of different animals, that my mom loved and probably saw as evidence that I would become a writer one day.
Unfortunately English class intervened, and the inevitable criticism and dreaded comments in red pen sent my imagination packing, where it cowered in a corner...