This is the exceptionally talented writer, Ms. Vanessa Martir. The one who’s brought the writer out of me. I am grateful. I am humbled.
Today I’m mulling over what the writer’s life means to me. This life I’ve created for myself because I needed a change, because I was tired of running, because I wanted to hold on to that magic that rose in me when I penned something I was proud of, that jostled me, that made me lose sleep, that made me fall apart and come back together, more whole, more sure of my work and what it is I am meant to do.
I’m sure every writer has a different definition of what the writer’s life is for them. What it means. What it entails. I can only share what it is for me. How I came to this journey. How and why I embarked on it. And why I continue to walk the path.
I started creating stories before I even knew how to write. How to string letters together…
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