I fell in love with reading romances, then proceeded to glom every book I could get my hands on until one day, I just knew I had to try my hand at writing. I wrote the first chapter, and I was so excited. My dream was new, fragile. I went over to my mother's and just had to tell her or I would burst with excitement. She said I wasn't smart enough to write a book. My dream shattered because I knew she was right. I never told anyone else.
