When I was a kid, my mom and I watched old classic movies on TV. The stories inspired me to create intricate scenes in my thoughts until my story was finished. I remember being seven or eight and not getting enough sleep. Over the years, I wrote romantic comedies. Then, one day I woke up with a vision of a boy waking up in front of his house; only a head on a mysterious metallic base. I thought…who would like a crazy story about a boy who had his body stolen? I tried to ignore it for a few months, but it kept haunting me. I had to write it. And when I did, kids disappeared for hours reading it all the way through. And the kids I met at school readings were so full of wonder, acceptance, and excitement.I was hooked on writing for kids. .