I am pretty sure that aside from my mother, my roommate Megs is my biggest fan. So, with all that honour that her postition deserves, I’ve offered her the first question.

I thought that she would ask something fluffy, funny or hypothetical, instead, in true Megan style, she asked me one of the most important questions of my life:

“When did you know that you wanted to be a writer?”

Memories started to flood back to me of tiny Cheryl writing stories on her beige Windows 95 pc. My mom still has those 3.5 floppies that will never be accessed. Pretty sure I became the band manger for The Moffats in there somewhere. I remember my second grade teacher giving each student a picture of a pirate ship being attacked by a giant bird and telling us to write a story. While the other children wrote average seven-year-old tales, I wrote an epic story that took me the rest of the day and three pages of fullscap paper (for those who don’t know what this is, it’s longer than normal paper).

These would be good ways to showcase that I was already a writer, but not when I knew I wanted to be one.

I’ve always been fascinated with stories. We can probably blame my brother for that. He used to read to me when I was little, he’s a genius and about eighteen months older than I am. When he read to me, he would create incredible worlds. He spoke differently, and convincingly as each of the characters. He was so good at reading that I didn’t do much of it on my own until my teachers found out I couldn’t read my math problems.

I hoped with each story that I wrote, that one day, my stories would impact someone the way those stories had enchanted me. As I grew older, I let my idealist notion of being a worldchanging author die, but my writing never stopped. Academic papers, poems, songs, short stories, blogs, novels, articles and research proposals–I love writing, always have and always will.

Words are powerful. They give life and they contain life. How is it that we know history? Someone took the time to catalogue it. Scribes, authors, playwrites, historians and storytellers have always been important.

I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but it’s only in the last few years that I’ve found the courage.

~Cheryl

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