There was a time in my life when I was a prolific writer. I was awash in ideas and images that I couldn't wait to put down on paper...(yes, it was so long ago that paper was actually written on). I wrote poems, short stories and even some times, with the help of my sister, lyrics. Were they great? I don't know. I think I had some raw talent, I think I could have been a good if not great writer.
I always dreamed of writing a book, my life story if you will. In fact, I've been writing…
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