…in a faraway land that was so flat you could watch your dog run away for three days, a little girl was born. She grew up on a farm with three younger brothers and a lot of cats. The cats kept her company while she read fairy tales out of large books. Sometimes, she made up her own fairy tales to tell her brothers. Eventually, she went to university, where she learned she didn’t need a prince. She found one anyway, and collected a couple degrees before she married him. They live in a little apartment now with their imaginary dog (the prince is allergic to cats) and she collects notebooks to write things in. Sometimes those things get published and sometimes they sit in a corner collecting dust. But the magic still trickles out of her old fairy tale books and taps her on the shoulder, so she continues to read fairy tales and make up her own.
