Eight years ago when I first started writing, I refused to show anything to anyone. It was never good enough, or finished enough, or I thought that someone would make fun of it...

Then my mom started making me write for school. I had to show her what I wrote. Let me tell you, in those days I hated her red pen. I hated seeing the mistakes and errors, because that meant my writing hadn't been good. I didn't like admitting that something as close to my heart as my writing wasn't well executed.