Category Letters to Nobody

I stole you from Emily Dickinson.

I’ve always felt like a bit of a weirdo…but am I really?

As a writer, I have to constantly fight against my natural instinct, which is to please everyone.

It’s normal, I know, to change. But I had hoped that I wouldn’t mature.

Is it enough to do brave things? Or do you have to do the things that actually scare you?

For someone who writes as much as I do, I’m technically very bad at it.

I have long wished to be exactly like Elizabeth Bennet. Instead, I’m Mary.

Pulling apart an idea, and yourself, is exhausting, and being creative is hard enough.