About the Author
Wow, where to start? Well, we've already established that my name is Brianna, so maybe I should get a little more detailed. I was born on July 6th, 1999, and I currently live in the glorious country of Canada (I've always lived here). When I was about five or six years old, I found my passion for writing, which was sparked from reading short stories for class time. I had this crazy imagination, and anything I could think of would be added to paper rather than being stuck in my mind. Playing with stuffed animals got the wheels in my brain turning, and I would make things up for them, and eventually I'd write a story about it. In fact, my first grade teacher seriously considered advancing me ahead to second grade after reading a story I had written for a class assignment, and despite how proud my parents were of me, they said no because my sister was in second grade, and they didn't want her to feel like she wasn't as smart.
In second grade, I wrote a little four-story series of my own, and they were adventurous tales of a rabbit named Little Rabbit (yes, very original) and his friends. I have since misplaced them, and have no idea where they went, but I still have many books I made when I was young, and they are stashed away in my drawer. I smile every time I read them. I even attempted non-fiction, and trust me, the majority of the non-fiction I wrote was about dogs because I had a serious fascination for them, and I knew more than a six or seven-year-old girl should. There was one story I wrote about how to make a book, and I had included these made-up facts that actually make no sense as I look back at it, but I remember showing it off to my mom like it had been professionally published or something. I always did that, gave my stories to my family for them to keep.
I don't exactly know when I got the idea for this, but every so often, I'd make a list of twenty book titles, random titles that just somehow came to me. And within a matter of weeks, I'd finish all of them. So yes, I've literally written over one hundred stories in my life, because I can't even count how many times I made those lists. At one point, I actually brought some of my stories to school and gave them out to my friends based off what they enjoyed. For instance, my friend Calista got one about cats, because I knew she liked them. Yes, I guess I was kinda social, too, and I wasn't afraid to share my ideas with others.
Sometimes, when I look back on my writings, I wonder how my six-year-old mind could have been so genius with the endings. Some ended in ways I couldn't even think of now, and I like to see that. Now, I take a little more time to write a story, as I focus more on perfecting the words and plotline rather than perfecting the pretty pictures. Of course, I was the proud illustrator of all my stories, as I also liked to spend my free time drawing. I didn't constantly write when I reached the age of about eleven, and then I woke up with an idea for my first novel. My first actual novel, the novel that has been my main priority for a while now. Everything just wrote itself in my head, and I remember trying to find the right amount of paper to fit the story on because I just couldn't keep it in my head any longer. I stopped writing for a little bit until I was probably around twelve, when my brother asked if he could go on the computer to type up his own little story. I decided to start writing stories on the computer from then on, and the first story I wrote on there was a story about a cheerleader, and then it got really stupid by the second chapter and it occurred to me that I should write down the little story that was to be my first novel, and from that day on, Stay Strong was born. It's been through so many ups and downs and rewrites, and I am so happy with what I've got. I am proud of all my stories, and I will never give up on what I was born to do.
In second grade, I wrote a little four-story series of my own, and they were adventurous tales of a rabbit named Little Rabbit (yes, very original) and his friends. I have since misplaced them, and have no idea where they went, but I still have many books I made when I was young, and they are stashed away in my drawer. I smile every time I read them. I even attempted non-fiction, and trust me, the majority of the non-fiction I wrote was about dogs because I had a serious fascination for them, and I knew more than a six or seven-year-old girl should. There was one story I wrote about how to make a book, and I had included these made-up facts that actually make no sense as I look back at it, but I remember showing it off to my mom like it had been professionally published or something. I always did that, gave my stories to my family for them to keep.
I don't exactly know when I got the idea for this, but every so often, I'd make a list of twenty book titles, random titles that just somehow came to me. And within a matter of weeks, I'd finish all of them. So yes, I've literally written over one hundred stories in my life, because I can't even count how many times I made those lists. At one point, I actually brought some of my stories to school and gave them out to my friends based off what they enjoyed. For instance, my friend Calista got one about cats, because I knew she liked them. Yes, I guess I was kinda social, too, and I wasn't afraid to share my ideas with others.
Sometimes, when I look back on my writings, I wonder how my six-year-old mind could have been so genius with the endings. Some ended in ways I couldn't even think of now, and I like to see that. Now, I take a little more time to write a story, as I focus more on perfecting the words and plotline rather than perfecting the pretty pictures. Of course, I was the proud illustrator of all my stories, as I also liked to spend my free time drawing. I didn't constantly write when I reached the age of about eleven, and then I woke up with an idea for my first novel. My first actual novel, the novel that has been my main priority for a while now. Everything just wrote itself in my head, and I remember trying to find the right amount of paper to fit the story on because I just couldn't keep it in my head any longer. I stopped writing for a little bit until I was probably around twelve, when my brother asked if he could go on the computer to type up his own little story. I decided to start writing stories on the computer from then on, and the first story I wrote on there was a story about a cheerleader, and then it got really stupid by the second chapter and it occurred to me that I should write down the little story that was to be my first novel, and from that day on, Stay Strong was born. It's been through so many ups and downs and rewrites, and I am so happy with what I've got. I am proud of all my stories, and I will never give up on what I was born to do.