For as long as I can remember, I’ve thought writing is just the coolest thing ever.
Think about it. You sit down in front of a blank page or screen, let your brain run wild for a bit, sit back, and boom. A story has appeared. And it just CAME OUT OF YOU. LIKE HOW??
That is so AWESOME.
The more I write, the more I am reminded that writing isn’t just something I like to do. It’s a significant enough part of my life that it’s right up there with all the necessities, like water and food and, you know, breathing.
But I’m hesitant to tell people writing is my passion. And I refuse to say that passion got me to where I am today. Because that would be lying. And why would I do that?
My passion for words has gotten me through some pretty tough spots, that’s…
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