Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved stories. She loved to listen to them, loved to read them, and loved to tell them. She would tell them to anyone who would listen and when no one was around to listen, she would tell them to herself. One day, when she was still a very little girl, she found that if she used a pencil and a piece of paper, she could memorialize her stories and pass them out to people so they could hear them, even when she wasn’t around to tell them. Imagine her surprise when she discovered that doing such a thing was called being a writer.