Romance Writer

I write into the mist.

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Few people read the words I select yet still I write, and I know I am one of many. I'm not alone in this. There are writers out there who write for themselves with no audience in mind. 

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I raise my hand sheepishly.

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My fiction is for others as much as for myself, but my poetry has always been as private as my thoughts. 

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With hidden tunnels and secret pools, I am one of many. I call myself a writer. I am the person who stares into space having fantastical sword fights and deathly fights with witches and demons. I see aliens in the shadows and werewolves standing in the streetlights. Full moons and blinking stars dance behind my eyes. Music plays in my head. Conversations in my ears. 

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I am a whisper in an orchestra. One of many, I'm lost in a crowd, but I'm okay there because I juggle balls from hand to hand. 

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One of many. I am a writer.