Sound like me 🙂
When I was young, I used to fill notebooks with words.
When my mother found my secret stack (under the cupboard, inside a pile of garbage bags) she held them to the sunlight one by one and read each page with wide, disbelieving eyes. I stood there with clenched fists, watching her go through thousands upon thousands of words.
She cut my lunch allowance, which I was laundering to go towards my notebook addiction.
Not to worry: I learned how to use the computer instead. This is how I started typing over 80 words per minute.
Every day I felt this rising urge to achieve complete and utter bliss. I can only describe it as an overwhelming desire to write, and that full confidence that I could. I started out typing short stories copied from books. Lion King was the very first to be transcribed into MS-DOS. Eventually, I started…
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