In the beginning

 

There was a girl who wanted to write and write and write and write some more. It was her therapy when things were tough and her release when things were great. Her source of praise, affection and complaint in safety. Finally a place where (I) she can feel like her writing might mean more than getting her thoughts out of her head and onto paper, sort of. This could prove to be addictive, it could prove to be the start of something wonderful!