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By Rebecca Waddell

Writerly Confessions


Sometimes I write stories just because they crack me up. I write because I am driven to tell stories. Compelled from inside. I've told stories as long as I can remember. I even made up a very strange world in my head of complex imaginary friends who went through everything with me as I grew up. They lived out what I needed to figure out. They went through stories I told myself to understand the world. And now I write down the things I need to figure out because maybe, just maybe, someone else needs to figure them out too and they're not wired the way I am to make up people to deal with the problem, so I'll just do what I can to share mine with whoever needs them.

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