"And I was trying to paralyze that small muscle in my cheek. That stupid clown smile that shows up whenever I talk to you." - Myself Got ink? I fell in love with books at a young age. My mother used to read me all kinds of stories, my father even made some up for me. And I guess that's why I learned to read when the books could barely fit into my tiny hands. I fell in love with writing after my first essay at school. The subject hasn't been interesting to me but the way the words flew out of me through the pen onto the paper, it seemed like magic. Even now I think of reading and writing as a brand of magic I would perform all the time. Because that’s the magic I love. I always wanted to be like my mother, so it’s not strange that I should take up my mother’s hobbies from her youth, reading and writing. I guess some ways I am like her and in some I’m not. It doesn’t matter anyway what little I am like her has brought me much joy. Reading I go places and meet people. Writing, I create people and places that I find interesting. I hope others will too, but first and foremost, I write for myself. Hello, I’m Angie, and I hope you like my stories.