My interest in writing began when I was very young. One day, curious as I was, I picked up a crayon and inserted it into my little one-year old nostril. Perplexed by the simple infantile gesture, I pulled the crayon out and began to theorize on Crayons vs. Nostrils on a nearby wall. Unfortunately, I was not yet familiar with the use of the English language - or any other language for that matter - and this made it nearly impossible for my mother to interpret my masterpiece at work. If I remember correctly, the style was sarcastic, intelligent, light hearted, and deep; resembling the abstract written thoughts of a meditative monk with incredibly bad handwriting and possibly a dirty diaper.

Afterwards, I grew up normally - as I expect many others have - and continued to exercise my writing ability. As of right now I am not attending school, but am awaiting the time in late October when I begin my service as an LDS missionary. Until then, I hope to write things and publish things, in dreams of pursuing some sort of professionalism.

What else is there to say?