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What does being a writer mean?


Anyone can write and be a writer. Everyone has their own opinion about it. But to me, as a person who wrote his first poem and short story at 6 this word means something completely different.

For me to be a writer, it means developing my imagination. Learning to see not the forest but every detail, every tree separately. Create your own universe of the smallest details and make it live by its own rules. This is the only way to create a new character or write a new book.

The most difficult thing for this profession is to find yourself and be honest with yourself that you’re one of the creative personalities. Then certain things will become familiar to you.
Instead of drinking coffee in the morning or being on social networks, you sit behind your notebook with ideas and write and write your new thoughts. It will be normal for you to think of a new character as your friend or enemy. And it’s absolutely customary to put your thoughts on paper faster than telling your friends.

If you also spend your time with fantasy and a phone in your hands like me now, then I congratulate you’re a writer and this is your favorite thing to do in your life.

For me to be a writer, it just means being alive!


If you turn a dragon into a cat, dog, or an elephant, he'll not only unlearn how to write and read. He'll also be very surprised by his new possibilities and abilities.

xx
Cass 

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