On a frosty November morn, a fair lady screamed with pain; perhaps not the most dignified entrance into my world, but, it was the best I could arrange.
The youngest, therefore, the pest of my household, I studied the fine arts of irritating family.
In a family of artists, with both parents as writers, I was raised on Lord of the Rings, The Garden of Abdule Gazazi, Little House on the Prairie, and an asortment of other books, I grew to love literature. I was ready to write by three. My sister made sure I learned my letters by that age. And, with the help of my dear tutor, I commenced in my writing carreer.
But on to the more exciting parts of life.
At 13 my first sketch was performed, The Sagas of a Chopstick Tree (hideous on looking back at it now, but suitable for credentials.)
Each year since my scripts have been performed, hopefully getting better at each time.
I love anything in the arts. From acting to writing, composing to playing cello, I can’t say that I’m a virtuoso at any of them, but enjoy all of them immensely.
So now, dear reader, I pray you have a lovely day, and forgive this rough retelling of my life. And as I always hope for all my friends, may your lives be eternally uneventful in the most wonderful way.
The youngest, therefore, the pest of my household, I studied the fine arts of irritating family.
In a family of artists, with both parents as writers, I was raised on Lord of the Rings, The Garden of Abdule Gazazi, Little House on the Prairie, and an asortment of other books, I grew to love literature. I was ready to write by three. My sister made sure I learned my letters by that age. And, with the help of my dear tutor, I commenced in my writing carreer.
But on to the more exciting parts of life.
At 13 my first sketch was performed, The Sagas of a Chopstick Tree (hideous on looking back at it now, but suitable for credentials.)
Each year since my scripts have been performed, hopefully getting better at each time.
I love anything in the arts. From acting to writing, composing to playing cello, I can’t say that I’m a virtuoso at any of them, but enjoy all of them immensely.
So now, dear reader, I pray you have a lovely day, and forgive this rough retelling of my life. And as I always hope for all my friends, may your lives be eternally uneventful in the most wonderful way.