I’ve been writing since I was four years old. Or younger, I don’t remember exactly. But what I do remember is that even in my earliest memories, there would always be a purple spiral notebook in my hand. I don’t know what drew me to writing.  It was just something that I did. A popular story I’ve known is that I couldn’t really express myself and writing was my refuge. Unlike other childhood pastimes, like drawing and trying to magic my younger siblings out of existence, this is the only “hobby” that has stuck. Well, writing and reading are the only hobbies that have stuck. Yet, I find myself writing…