Writing, because sometimes nothing else makes sense

I’m not the person that always wanted to be a writer. Which is weird considering a large amount of what I do is write. Yet, I wasn’t the kid that always journaled, and I wasn’t the kid that needed to write every day. I’m still not that person.

Instead I was the one that wanted to make a newspaper, the kid that also loved putting on plays and sewing and making dolls. I was thoroughly engrossed in any and everything that just came my way, or was sparked by a TV show.

So writing was just a part of the story. At times I hated it in middle and high school, because it was a chore, and other times I basked in the chance to analyse a book I loved! In College my first year was hard because I was fully unprepared for the type of work that comes with academic writing.Yet, here I am in 2016 with an MA in International Journalism, and to get there I did A LOT of writing over the last five years.

Today I write my blog(s) and tomorrow I might work on one of five novels kicking up dirt in my head. Right now I’m just enjoying the sensation of letting my thoughts and ideas out of my mind and into the universe.

Best,

Rebecca Lee Robinson

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