I love writing stories, but for most of my admittedly short life, I didn’t enjoy reading. Until recently. The Tasha-is-almost-too-embarrassed-to-admit-it, kind of recently.
I detested reading sometimes, though not for the reasons one might assume. I’d pick up a book, read a few chapters, and then feel compelled to work on, or merely daydream about, my own stories. Thus began the Tasha-never-finishes-anything-she-reads syndrome, established circa middle school.