THE DAILY WRITE
In college, I had an orgmate who could read palms.
While I'm 50% certain it's his way to hold people's hands on the sly, I was curious and asked him to read mine. My fortune? Growing up to make "just a little bit more than enough" money to be comfortable.
Once upon a time, I was a teenager with a blog. Then I grew up and became a teenager with twenty* blogs.
I used to write a lot. A lot a lot. About life, random things, short stories, how boys in books are just better. Sometimes I'd write thrice a day. I never considered myself a writer; I was just someone who wrote.
Now I call myself a writer but ... um. Haha, girl, where's the writing at?