I wrote a lot when I was younger…like under 12. Lots of fun, nutty stories about monsters and creatures from outer space. Right around 12/13, my dance program got more rigorous (I started at 4) and I didn’t write again until I was 22 and in the hospital recovering from some veeeery tricky injuries. Hoo boy, I wrote some pissy and angsty stuff while coming back from that. It was fine, though…five years later I’ve got three (and a half, but let’s never talk about the half) full drafts of stuff, plus a lot of short stories.
Plus now I totally get to write a YA novel about evil clique-y dancer girls 😀