The first time Jen Alexander knew she wanted to be a writer, she was a fifth grader in Detroit and had just written an obituary for a fly named President Flyburn. He was the well-loved, charismatic, not so bright leader of an insect country who died atop a pile of poop. His constituents were devastated and threw a huge celebration in his honor. Since then, not much has changed in way of Jen’s sense of humor. She is currently a semi-functioning adult living in New York with her cat, looking to make that fifth grade writer proud.