Ice cream solves everything, really.

I've always wanted to be a writer. I mean, I've also wanted to be a dolphin training at Sea World, a nurse, and a kindergarden teacher. But, I've ALWAYS wanted to be a writer--a full-fledged author acknowledged by her peers and beloved by her readers. In third grade I wrote and illustrated my very first book, JAKE THE SNAKE, with rave reviews: I won first place at my elementary school for the lower grades, K-3. My book went on to compete at the district level. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. However, like countless others that entered, it didn't win. Needless to say, I was devastated. I distinctly remember the car ride home: sitting in the passenger's seat picking at the grey vinyl on the door handle while my dad tried to figure out what to say to the teary-eyed mess I'd become. A man of few words-a trip to the local Dairy Queen was the solution. Ice cream solves everything, really. So, now that I've written my first "Big girl" novel, I won't cry or struggle to find the right words as those query letter rejections keep piling up. Instead, I'll just go grab a pint of Ben and Jerry's Heath Bar Crunch...because ice cream solves everything, really.