I want to be an author. I want to write something that will
resonate with this world and humanity in a way that my time-stamped oral
utterances cannot. I want to breathe something into a bona fide, tangible
existence… words outside of myself, freed from the limited expression of my
personal countenance that someone else will consider worth reading. I’ve been
writing stories in my head for as long as I can remember. Pearls of thought
that I’ve stored up in the caverns of my creativity, just waiting to be strung
together into something meaningful… the only problem is that I can’t seem to
find the time to start stringing in earnest. I have bits and pieces of isolated
stories in places. But I just don’t know where to begin.
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