When I was a kid, I'd walk in circles in my backyard and tell myself stories for hours. I ended up wearing a ring of dead grass into the yard and my grandma told me I had to cut it out, so I graduated to riding my bike in circles up and down my street, still talking out loud and telling myself stories. When I hit the 7th grade, I figured it would probably make a little more sense if I actually started writing some of my ideas down, and now here we are. My dream is to be able to write professionally and make a living off of it someday, but the tricky part is that means I actually have to let other people read my work. This account is my attempt to overcome my anxieties around letting people read my writing, and hopefully I'll get to meet some cool people along the way. Feel free to take a look around, and enjoy your stay!
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