The story of me

I have carried stories with me all my life. At age nine, I started writing songs and short stories. I began writing poems at thirteen. I wrote the first draft of my novel at twenty-seven.

But some stories transcended words; the stories of the flowers that bloomed outside my childhood window; the stories my sister and I made in the garden as we played ‘make-believe’; the stories whispered through drunken lips at parties; the stories cried out against the shower tiles.

I write down what stories I can, but I do not write them all – most of them I simply experience. But all of them contain magic because all true stories do.

Your story contains magic too. If you do not write it, at the very least live it.

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