~~One of the biggest reasons I write is because... I'm writing the sort of books that I want to be reading, want to be able to walk into a library and pick it up and kill a few hours snuggled up in my bed with this book, and just lose myself in it~~

Hallo... I'm Brodi, I'm a fourteen year old Canadian and there really isn't that much to me, except for the obvious... that I'm a writer. I pretty much always have been, I think... I vividly remember being like, two at best, holding one of those little paperback, staple-spined notebooks teachers give you back in grade school for spelling and junk, and there were three popsicle sticks glued to the cover in a lopsided triangle and inside was, I think just scribblings and possibly a few more popsicle sticks, and I called it my book. Like, I remember walking up the path to the park near my house, going, "this is my book!" or something. I DON'T KNOW.

I've come a pretty long way since then... (Sorry, this is going to be longish, but it's a rough history of my life as a writer.)

Uhm, it was either second or third grade that I wrote my first legitimate story, and it was called Ghost Charlie. (Basically, there's a girl, coincidentally named Brodie, who is visited by her old best friend, Charlie, who was hit by a truck and is now a ghost. Yeah, I was a masochistic little girl. Anyway, all it is is him saying something to her in the hallway, I forget, and then later that night he shows up and takes her to his world - the world of ghosts, I guess. It ends with them flying off into the night 0_0). That same year I wrote ANOTHER one, called Pep and Ginger, about a dog and a cat who keep fighting, and a fox (who is a lawyer for some reason, don't ask) tries to help them... not... fight... anywhoo, one of them made my teacher send me trotting down to the principal's office, clutching a photocopied version of x story, and he read it and he told me that it was better than anything he had ever seen from my age, and he told me to keep writing. So I did.

When I was seven or eight, my aunt took me to the Royal Ontario Museum, and from the gift shop I got this stationary kit thing that included a spiral-bound notebook that was bathed in a sickening amount of pink and glitter, and had a princess on the cover. (I recently defaced her completely and named her Tootsie.) on the Go bus on the way home - that's about an hour - I curled up against the window and wrote myself a story about pirates. It was only about six chapters long, and the names were horribly cliche, but you know... for something that an eight year old wrote in a hour, it was pretty damn good, if I say so myself. I went on to write a sequel in the same notebook, and you can see halfway through where the writing quality soars up and it starts to look legit. By the time I was ready for a threequel, the little notebook was full. I turned to my computer, and typed everything up, rewriting and pretty much recreating everything except for the god-awful names, which I still don't really like but find impossible to change. It's actually on here, called Cannonfire. And by grade eight, there it was... three decent-quality novellas, squashed together into a 307-page, three-part novel. I was immensely proud of it, proud of the fact that I had actually written 307 pages... because then, it was such a massive achievement. Looking back on it, it's pretty funny, because compiling everything I'm currently working or have worked on, I've easily done two thousand.

Anywho, I was actually sending it off to publishers... and during the winter break of my grade eight year, I got an email from some house in the states, saying that they've read it and want to publish it. Of course, I was elated, and for two or three weeks I was like that... but reality came crashing down when I got enough brains to look up the place, and found out they had a subsidy fee... of over a thousand dollars. To this day, I've never seen that much money, so I had to back out - not only of that deal, but of the entire publishing world for a little while, because only then did I sort of remember that I was writing for me, not to get published.

At some point in my life, I had written the tiniest blurb of a story, like I do almost daily. In August 2010, right before I started high school, I reread it and a half-formed idea punched me in the face. I got my hands on a Hilroy notebook and a ballpoint pen and started writing... and writing... and writing. Before I knew it, I was burning through pens and notebooks, I was drawing maps and sketching characters. I was completely obsessed with this idea, and it was turning into this enormous book. As I finished a notebook, I'd give it to a friend, who would read it and assure me that it was awesome and that she was waiting for more. So I kept writing. The basic plot is a little cliche, but I think it gets more original... there's a complete tomboy of a girl (who, to be honest, is modeled a rather lot after me) named Red, and her dad disappeared when she was seven. It's not until she's fourteen that she discovers that he wasn't dead after all, but he was ruling king of an alternate universe called Aaero, and this place is full of mythical creatures. Her and her neighbours, who are also in on this world and are sort of the dukes of the world, go to Aaero, and it isn't long before Red and Liam (the neighbour's son and Red's boyfriend/crush thing) are part of an army desperate to defeat a rebellion and save their world from chaos.

Whoops, that was a weak summary, I've always been bad at those. Anyway, it was March 2011, in math class, that I wrote the final words of Aaero... after five notebooks (none of them less than a hundred pages, the most of them being 350 page notebooks), over a thousand pages, just over eighty chapters and seven ballpoint pens. I sort of realized then that, if anything I had written thus far was gonna be published, I would want it to be that... but it wasn't quite publishing quality yet. I started typing it up, rewriting and editing... and I'm still doing just that. It's surprisingly slow work, but I think what I'm managing to put out is sort of decent. It's gonna go up here. I've already written a cover letter to this publishing house that actually did one of my favourite Robert Munsch books, so I'm sort of hoping that could work out once I'm done rewriting. Otherwise, I want to get an agent. I've sort of made it a goal of mine to publish before I'm out of high school. Gordan Korman did it, and my writing is up to par with his (if my friends and other kids my age have anything to say about it.). Almost all my English teachers have told me that I need to keep writing, and that they'll be looking for my books on the shelves soon. My family and friends are all behind me... and I feel like writing is the one thing I have to do. I write for the same reason I breathe... if I didn't I'd die.

But yeah, that was long and rambly. BASICALLY, I really do hope you enjoy what I write on here, and if you could leave a review or something, even if you're telling me stuff I did wrong, I'd really appreciate it!

OH, check out my FanFiction, I'm under the same username... http://www.fanfiction.net/~bookworm1025

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TO GRYFFINDOR!

HUFFLEPUFF!

RAVENCLAW!

SLYTHERIN!!!

BACK TO THE PLACE WHERE OUR STORY BEGINS AT HOGWARTS, HOGWARTS,

MAN I'M GLAD I'M BACK!

Baby you're not alone

'cause you're here with me

and nothin's ever gonna bring us down

'cause nothin' can keep me from lovin' you

and you know it's true

don't matter what'll come to be

our love is all we need

to make it through

AVPM