Sunday, August 30, 2015

It Didn't Seem Special

When I was a little girl, writing, believe it or not, did not feel special to me. I wrote so many stories, so many verses (I called  them
poems then; I won't now. On the other hand, since they were
written by a child, perhaps they can still be considered poems.)
I was always trying to find words which meant almost the same thing, but had different.... sometimes ever-so-slightly different... shades of meaning.
And yet, writing did not feel special to me, no more than breathing and eating felt special.
It felt necessary.

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