I’m Michelle,

Picture it: 1999, Brooklyn, New York. I'm at the kitchen table with a small stack of blank printer paper, a Swingline stapler, and an idea for my next short story. I count 24 pages back-to-back and start to write. Each page even includes a corresponding illustration (because what six-year-old doesn’t love picture books?).

My mom comes into the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand, and asks, “Did you use up all the paper again?!"

Luckily for me (and the environment), I use up all my computer space for my writing projects instead.