the writing process


banging around in my brain

begging to be let out

traveling from my head to my heart to my hand until the


pour out through my pen

taking on a physical form

becoming streaks of ink on paper until I take a step back and they become


strung together to create sentences

to create paragraphs

to, quite literally,

create palaces and worlds and universes —

(and to think it all started with


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