Cara Turbyfill is a senior English major at the University of Arkansas. She is clever, clumsy, and passionate, and has twice failed the Myers-Briggs Personality Test, after which she asked her mother if she was special, and her mother replied, “Yes, honey, but I love you anyway.”
Her parents are both very grounded, very logical, and her upbringing was exceedingly pragmatic. As a result, she occasionally wonders if maybe she shouldn’t have chosen a more practical field herself. But then she goes to the library, checks out more books than she can properly carry, invariably drops at least one on the stair, and gets smiled at by passerby in a Lord-Love-Her sort of way. That is how she knows that English is for her, and also that taking herself seriously can only lead to disappointment.
One morning in the seventh grade, her Social Science teacher, Mrs. Cowser, caught her reading under her desk and said “You know, I think you’re going to be a writer.” One thirty-page story later, she discovered to her astonishment that Mrs. Cowser was right, and since then she has been using her creative powers for good instead of evil, much to the relief of friends and family, whom she still terrorizes with mischief between projects.
Someday Cara is going to grow up and be an organized, functioning adult. Until then she is going to write stories, draw unicorns, and procrastinate on her homework.