I want to be a writer. Not just any old writer that goes to her small office in a cramped building with no air conditioner in the summer and no heating in the winter, and types up articles about stocks and bonds with intricate terminology that the writer nor its audience really understands. No. I want to be a honest- to- god, tells it as it is, changes the world, seizes the day, cures cancer with words type writer. A lot of people have told me that it comes with time. Writing is a skill that only arrives with patience, and that eventually I’ll get there. People act as if the first twenty years of your life is a trial run, Life doesn’t really begin until your forty years old with a pension and a trust fund set up for your twelve kids, right? But I don’t know if I have time for that nonsense. So why The Volume? It is because I believe my stories are worth telling, and I don’t want to wait till I’m forty. I want to tell them now.