I enjoy writing. I am not the best with grammar. I am not that great with the professional aspect of things, yet I can create a vivid description of things and I make characters come alive. I may never sell anything, but I have enough totes full of research and writing for someone to help make my work a masterpiece. I am only beginning to share things with the world (network). I also know if I do not try I will never know the answer.
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