Blog| YA fantasy author

I was in third grade when it happened. The assignment was simple: write a fall story. A blank page, a pencil, and whatever lived inside an eight-year-old's head. Nothing about it was supposed to be significant. But something shifted that day. I don't know how else to describe it. The words came easily — more easily than most things did — and when I looked down at what I'd written, the world felt a little wider than it had before. Like a door had cracked open somewhere, and on