I love writing. It’s the one form of art that is equal. Everyone has the same set of words to play with and rearrange on the page, but their use is infinite, like circles. Paragraphs are woven into stories of years ago, that come alive and run alongside you as the moment happening right here, in this word, in this sentence, as it is finished, becomes set in time- that silly illusion that overtakes us.
I am currently trying to pull together some very wild pieces for my application for Stanford’s Creative Writing Fellowship - as well as submitting to journals, agents, etc.
I have so many things I want to say… I’d like love to talk with you. Everyone I meet is an inspiration.
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