The Writing Life
I have to write.
Some people have to make art or compose music or do yoga or sing.
I have to write.
Writing holds me together, it holds my life together. It’s my work and it’s my escape and it’s a joy and it’s a bad literary puzzle.

I knew I wanted to write when I was sixteen. My high school had a newspaper and I would read articles by classmates older than me, smarter than me, and certainly more engaging and cool, as I was about as awkward as an iguana.
I was in awe of their writing skills, and in awe that their names were actually in the paper…
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