Hanna ParkI began my writing career in the pre-dawn of a winter morning while my husband snored like a train. We could call my husband the catalyst. If it weren't for him, I would never have gone to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, feed the cat, and sit onthe loveseat in front of the fire. It was there, in those moments of wondrous quiet, that I did something I had never thought possible. I opened my laptop, and while the coffee went cold, I wrote a story. My husband had no idea that these sojourns to the loveseat in front of the fire would become a daily occurrence, that writing would become an obsession, but the cat knew. She knows everything.I write stories that make you laugh, make you cry, and make you love. Thank you, friends, for reading!In the beginning, there was an empty page.I am a writer who lives in Muskoka, Canada, with a husband who snores, a hungry cat, and an almost perfect canine--he's an adorable little shit. Read More Read Less