I am not a novelist, poet, or even a master of words, but I
promise to tell you a story when you read my thoughts. I give you all of me in
what I write. I am flawed and some times I appear incomplete. Hidden in the
depth of my inner workings, my feelings hold strong the objectives I push to
the front. I have yet to complete a novel, but the ideas I have, could make up
volumes. I have yet to publish my poetry, but the spirit of the imagery used is
ever present in all that I do. I have not mastered the words that give me the
strength to create, but I learn more in every wake. I am a writer. I create
stories intertwined in my speech and allow you to think about the unknown in my
words as they are forever open ended. Your interpretation of how I create what
I love will always differ in opinion to what I intend for you to understand. I
leave you the rights to your thoughts on what I do, but you will never
understand me better than me. I am not a novelist, poet, or even a master of
words, but I promise to tell you a story when you read my thoughts.
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