it’s a continuing journey

I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I wrote stories as a kid. I wrote in my diary every single night for years (and years and years). I write to vent (someone once told me that I was blogging way before it was even a thing).  I write in my head all the time… in the shower, in the car, in my sleep. I am lucky that I get to write for a living, but I’m writing other people’s stuff. Life moves fast. Now is the time that if I am thinking it, I need to be inking it.

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