"When you grow up, you’ll be a werewolf."

At least, that’s what my uncle told me. I was thrilled! I couldn’t wait to turn my skin, prowl the dark woods, and howl at the stars.

Of course, he was only teasing his moon-eyed, fantasy-reading, day-dreaming niece. My heart broke when I didn't grow up to become a werewolf…

So instead, I became a writer — a creature capable of crafting universes through the magic of words. After all, a werewolf transforms her skin, but a writer transforms the world.

(I still howl at the stars.)