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Why I write
I’m a mess in person. I get nervous, choke, lose my voice, become flustered, can’t find the words. There is no connection from my head to my tongue. Words don’t sit on the tip of my tongue, they reside in the tips of my fingers. Set a piece of paper in front of me I’m suddenly alive. Words flow effortlessly through me in an articulate and delicate fashion. I am no longer lost. I will paint you a detailed picture full of life rather than a shy and mousy spoken response. If you ever truly want me to answer a question or tell you a story, don’t aks me to Tell you; ask me to Write you.
