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Okay, I confess it: I love to write. I guess that's slightly obvious by now, since I've spent so much time getting chatty on a webpage about everything you could possibly dream of (well, except for cucumbers and strawberry shortcake).
Seriously, though, I love to play with words. Some of what I write (actually, a lot of what I write!) is just creative energy being vented off in nonsense jumbles of words and syllables, reminiscent of Dada poetry and such. I've written long long sentences around and around styrofoam cups 'til I ran out of room; I've writtem limericks on napkins and started novels on paper towels. (I have two friends who started writing a novel on each other's limbs, but that's a whole 'nother story in itself). A lot of the time, though, I'll try to get my thoughts down in a notebook, preferably one of those spiral ones that leave the cool marks on your legsif you sit on them for too long.
This is my Spiral Notebook section. It doesn't exactly belong on my Great Books webpage, because it's not stuff I wrote about other writing, but it's all mine. Take it or leave it. Some of it is intended to be serious, some is all play and sheer effervescent insanity, and most of it is a mixture of the two. Comments are always welcomed.
All stories, poetry, characters, etc. are copyright Faith Drazga and may not be reproduced or reprinted without permission.
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