“You’re a great writer.” Those were the words I remembered from the critique of my 3rd grade english teacher discussing my first fictional essay. “I could do better I thought”, almost as soon as I finished it. It was a funny little story about a creature living 1000 ft. under the sea. (why 1000 ft.? I have no idea… probably because I didn’t know about leagues yet and one-thousand was the highest number I knew how to spell (correctly)). As soon as I was done I began critiquing every little part. Every sentence had to be perfect and little did I know how much a challenge lay ahead.