Although bad at eloquently describing myself, I can expertly communicate the inner workings of a character I made up while scrolling reels at 2:30 AM. My penchant for storytelling can be traced back to my humiliating yet wildly successful-for-a-twelve-year-old Twilight fanfiction that blew up in the early days of Wattpad. To this day, my inclination to play off of work I admire comes through in my writing and other creative endeavours, taking inspiration from characters and stories that resonate with an unexplainable part of me.

My desire to write, specifically comedy, comes from a place of deep insecurity within my own body. Not the shape (like my oversized big toes or botched pinned-back ears) but the delicacy, the fragility of mortality. I’ve struggled with hypochondria since long before the development of my frontal cortex, but unfortunately, its completion didn’t bring about relief. I’ve found that creating characters, stories and worlds that are light-hearted, full of clever conversation and worries that extend past my own brings me clarity, peace and welcome distraction. I will continue to pursue writing until inevitably, robots steal my hands.