Writer Life

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Dear 17-Year-Old Me, You’re Alright, Kid

It’s weird to think my life “changed” before it really got started. After all, at 17, you’re at the beginning. You finally start seeing who you are and can be, and you choose an initial direction for your adult life. My initial direction wasn’t so free, and it took me a long time to heal my inner 17-year old. I helped her through writing.

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An Old WIP: Going Back Isn’t Defeat

I’ve been relatively quiet for the past year. My slump in creative productivity isn’t just from the pandemic. It’s from the other things I was giving myself time to adjust to — to be “okay with not being okay.” But this — these strange times we’re living in — isn’t going away any time soon.

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