Today, that changed. While I stood at the sink washing my dishes and of course thinking about my current WIP, my five year old came up to me and told me the most random story about the picture she held in her hand.
Sadly, I don't remember her story, but her words taught me one thing. Although I haven't been a writer very long, I've been a storyteller my whole life.
I started out just like she is and maybe one day she'll be writing those stories just like I am.