Most stories have a slow beginning, and towards the middle it begins to pick up its pace. And if the story is really good we sit at the edge of our seats and we try to figure out how it will all come together. Then there’s the end — sometimes it’s predictable and other times it leaves you wanting more.  

My story begins in Brooklyn, New York. A talkative and very inquisitive child by nature, I always wanted answers to questions that most adults didn’t have an answer to. I was an outgoing child but a late bloomer who daydreamed a lot, wrote a lot, and always wanted to be the star.  

The middle part of my story is tricky because I’m still living and creating it. I’m still the daydreaming writer but somewhere in between becoming a teenager and entering adulthood I couldn’t distinguish my voice from everyone else’s. This is the part of the story where the black girl from Brooklyn finds her voice and begins to use it, somehow still working to be the star through it all.  

What follows? Only time will really tell. While I’m the one writing my story, I still have myself on the edge of my seat! I can only hope that you’re right on the edge with me, awaiting the next chapter… this is the good part!