Hey guys,

It has been a while since I have posted. I am going to try my hardest to have an new blog up each week, if not more!

So first things first. I want to thank you all for reading Beast or asking questions. I really enjoy hearing from yall!

Today, I am writing more about where my love of writing came from.

Honestly, growing up, I was not much of a reader. I would read what we needed to read for school and that was about it. I laugh now about how I was so stubborn about reading when now, I have a hard time going a day without reading and being thrown into a different world. Ten years ago, if you were to tell me that I would be surrounded by books and be an author, I would have laughed.

In high school, we had summer reading. I hated the idea of having to take time out of my summer to read. I would push and push it off until the last minute. *rolls eyes* I was so stupid. haha Going into my junior year of high school, I was looking through the list of books that we needed to choose from. There was one book that stuck out to me, Beauty by Robin McKinley. After reading the synopsis on Amazon, I knew without a doubt that was the book I wanted to read. This was the first book that I truly was so enveloped in, I could not wait to read when I had the chance.I could not get enough of that book. It was one of the first books that I would read for fun.

Let me back up a little… I am dyslexic. I have a hard time reading and taking tests. It did not matter how much I studied for an exam, I would do awful. The thing that saved me was homework and essays. Most people HATE writing essays or research reports, but for me? I loved it. It gave me the chance to express myself, what I knew, how I felt about it, and show that I understand. But I did not realize my love for writing quite yet. Subconsciously, I think I knew it, but I did not see it. In college, I had the same issues. I almost failed a class because of the tests. If it were not for the final being different essay questions, I would not have passed at all. I still remember the grades I got on the tests: C, F, D, C…. What did I get on the final? A!

Backing up even further. I was the kind of girl that kept a diary… Yes, I wrote in it almost every night. Yes, I cringe when I read what I wrote. Always about a guy I would like at that time. But it helped me understand myself, though I did not realize it. I might post some entries on here if yall are lucky. haha

But something else played a huge part of the reason why I write and my love for it. I have been chronically ill since I was 8. To this day, it is still undiagnosed. Most frustrating thing ever. I have chronic intestinal cramping and sharp pain. I was off dairy for 10 years, till I was 18. Since then, I have been off gluten. I am gluten intolerant on top of my chronic illness. I had my gallbladder out when I was 19 and have had a few exploratory surgeries and tons and tons of tests.

When things turned bad, I was in the hospital off and on dealing with this. Writing was my only escape. When I write, I forget the world around me, the pain. My world, life, changed when I started writing. Something inside me clicked and I cannot imagine doing anything else.

I want yall to know who I am as an author, reader, and friend. If you have any questions about me, Beast, writing, life, want me to write about something specific, please let me know!

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Love you all!

Tiffini