Come on.
Look at that face. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to be friends.
Ok well at least I tried. But back to business.
I had a diary as a little kid. I remember the Christmas morning I unwrapped probably what could be called the creepiest cover for a children’s diary. A clown. Not just a clown but a girl clown all garbed up and plastered with clown makeup. Terrifying. Anyway…I loved being able to express myself with words and I’d write in it every chance I got.
Words poured from my soul from then on, poems, short stories, comics, you name it. I wrote so much in fact that my English teacher began to notice. Here’s a girl with a passion to write and a story to tell. He was my favorite support system, he believed in me so much he had my high school send me to author seminars and writing contests. I wanted to be a writer.
Then I just stopped writing.
Until now. It’s funny how everything sort of comes back to you, like riding a bike. The words you couldn’t remember what they meant, that little spark of passion, the story you want to tell, its all still there.
Well lets see, this one’s a little crazier than I normally do, but the only reason it looks like it belongs in some graffiti art show is because I literally messed up 4 times, explaining why there’s 4 streaks of an endless void. But hey, I made it work.
novaso 