Share 
One 
Story  

I've always liked to think that it's possible to make sense of the world through reading. ​
I guess, of course it is. 
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Somewhere along the way, I was enabled to pursue creative writing in long-awaited addition to analytical craft, and I became a far more patient, bitchy, hilarious, understanding, and observant person. I noticed that I began to read books for writing as opposed to solely the story, and novels became my textbooks. I used to force myself to read Dickens, and now I get to read, well, still Dickens, but also gorgeous things like, "Plot is for dead people, pore face." (Lorrie Moore, "How to Become A Writer")
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Anyway, they say write what you know. And so here's my attempt to share my singular story, if that's really all I can do considering that I'm a party of one.  My father's go-to, youre-about-to-embark-on-a-journey advice goes something like, Be yourself, because you have no choice but to. I suppose, stemming from that, I'm trying to capture the ways in which I read the world, and then jot it down as best as I will let myself. 
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With that here's me sharing one story. This is really just a portfolio and a passion project, and on the off chance that someone reaches out with ideas or advice or nonsense or anything like that, I'll be very very excited.  
We all share one story, anyway, the one about us all being under the same sky...it's funny and really frustratingly perfect.
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