When I was in my teens I wrote poems that told stories. As a matter of fact, I still have them from all those years ago. Then I started writing because I lived in make-believe in my head how I wished my life would be, but it never turned out that way. So I started writing stories of how my alter ego would live if it existed. I also would visit my alter ego in my dreams and imagine that it was real. I could have that perfect partner, the established business, the happy family but my reality wasn’t even close. So, I continue to write to find some sense of worth in the reality of my imagination of my inner dreams.

 

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