My first book had purple construction paper pages. I wrote it when I was four. When my older sister tried to correct my spelling, I told her mine made a lot more sense. I wrote my first poem at age six. When I was fourteen, I sent my first story to a magazine, written in my best handwriting on college-ruled notepaper and bound with three pieces of string tied through the holes in little bows. Though my story was politely rejected, I wasn't discouraged. If there was one thing I learned from Jo March, Anne Shirley, and Emily Starr, it was that every writer must fight her way through the tangled forests of rejection to the glorious heights of publication. I knew, without a doubt, that this was my battle to fight. And I knew I would see it through... to victory.