During that tenderfoot time, I unknowingly lacked structure, proper grammatical understanding, and countless other skills required to write within today’s standards. Although, in truth, none of that mattered to my teenage mind as I was riding a serotonin wave of excitement as I explored my own imagination even further. Moreover, it was insignificant to me because I kept my writing tightly under lock and key. No one laid eyes on my writing. So while I didn’t possess many of the key components that would make my manuscript sparkle, I did, however, successfully birth a story idea that would follow me for the next nine years of my life (and onward.)

With no surprise to myself, the fantasy genre had almost exclusively drawn me into the literary world, so it was only natural that I focused my efforts there. It began with a sprout, just a singular character, the one who would tell my story to the reader.