Where it all started...

Like many creatives, I started young. I have been drawing since I could hold a crayon and telling stories long before they were coherent. I come from a family of storytellers and self-proclaimed comedians. No one else is a writer, but my style is a direct result of countless hours caught in the cycle of "this one time when..."  

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But I was a pragmatic kid. Sure, I had dozens of notebooks with handwritten chapters, and yeah, no corner of paper was doodle-proof, but I never believed either creative outlet would amount to anything more than a hobby. So I followed the path toward promised stability. I applied for scholarships, went to school, refused to give up no matter what state it left my health, and graduated with a professional degree. I got a job in the field I was destined for, right?

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Well, maybe. 

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I don't know that I'll ever feel secure enough to take the leap. I don't know if there's a threshold of sales that would justify making changes to my working conditions. I don't know if that's for the best. But I know I have too many stories to tell. I won't be keeping them to myself anymore. I've got spreadsheets upon spreadsheets of plans and outlines, each in a different phase than the next.

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I hope you'll stick around to see how it ends. Not even I can tell you. 

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But the journey continues with the stories listed below.

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