When I was three years old, I figured out how to change my family computer’s screensaver to Gwen Stefani.

Even before I knew how to read a Dr. Seuss book.

I taught myself how to download the images from the internet: I’d match the letters on the keyboard to her CDs.

If I feel as passionate about my work as I did about Gwen Stefani, just a fraction, imagine the possibilities if I were to write for you.

It’d be bananas.

That’s spelt B-A-N-A-N-A-S, by the way.