Starting about my Junior year of High School I wrote as if gripped by mania. I couldn't stand not to write. English Class, History, Math, lunch...they were but times for me to write. I HAD to write. I felt like if I couldn't get it all out, what was in my head, I would lose it or it would drive me crazy.
Last night, from the depths of boxes, I found about 150 pages hand written, back and front on lined paper. It was a very old story of mine, but I felt, as I reread it, that I had found old fami…
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Posted on February 10, 2009 at 1:20am —