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I am a writing junky
up into wee hours reading written fiction while curled into a nook. I spend more time on WDC than I do on Facebook. Give me Writer's Digest! Not People or Us Weekly. On holidays, I want a book I'll take paper, manifest. Keep your cake and candy, words feed me best. Writing is an itch sometimes hard to scratch. Ideas get to oozing... Where to find a niche? Imagination needs no match. I must be schizophrenic. People in my head are screaming: "We all got dialogues, history. "Ya'll are just our mimics." Readers, don't stop believing. We've all got tales to tell. And by "we" I mean me and all my voices wish you well.
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