This Writers Craft class is slowly changing my life. I'm starting to think more, see more, talk more, read more and especially write more. I want to write until I cannot even breath. I want to take this pen that lays perfectly tight within my hands to my grave. Why you may ask? I have no idea yet. I am still trying to figure this whole writing thing out. All I know so far is that it's taking inch by inch of my soul. It's so time consuming that I can't even sleep. Although, I still strive for it. I still hunger for it. If i am not writing- I am thinking about writing. It's the apparatus to maintain my sanity. It's the apparatus to my happiness because it's all that I got.
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Well written :)
I enjoyed reading this,
I hope you never stop writing!
Wow!
Wow Indeed!