Ever since I was 7 years old and handed in my school paper on seven pages instead of one, we all knew I had a knack for words. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that I’ve constantly had my nose in a book – or maybe it was just something I was born with. In any case, letters are written in my DNA. I’m the person you turn to if you need to neatly pack a hands-free lawnmower or if you wish to present to the world your unique manicure for dogs. I don’t show my bravery by swinging a sword but with a proper use of commas, dots, and those scary semicolons.