I really never know what to say with such a blank page and on a blog that’s all about my thoughts anyway. With this in mind, I shall begin.

I’ve had many ups and downs with writing. Some highs include getting Stephen Chbosky, author of Perks of Being a Wallflower, to read my first novel in a very early draft, getting some great editors to read my novel in a slightly-older but still early draft and giving me great feedback, and working with an agent on a non-fiction project that, despite it not being published, changed my life. Other amazing highlights include making friends, playing with ideas, and learning more about myself.

I am one of those people who stresses out about writing because I feel like it’s the only thing I can do that will make my little existence in Montana mean something – even to myself. So this causes me to be a perfectionist (but I know perfectionism is a crutch that only hinders progress). Like the majority of writers, I want to speak to people. I want to connect with people in a deep and meaningful way. In ways that are almost impossible to do in person, with gadgets and A.D.D. surrounding us. And with any hope, and some pretense, I hope to one day contribute to the beauty of mankind and lessen the suffering of our same species. Why else would I spend my free time in front of an indifferent screen when I could be dancing or singing? So to paraphrase Gertrude Stein, I want to create an antidote to the misery and absurdity of human life. And one such way that speaks to me deeply is through the written word.

[Defend that which can be defeated. Dance among the stars. Prepare the way for your immortal soul, and thus, one day, others will follow with their own.]

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