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Being A Writer

When you are a writer, sometimes the worlds you write about will become more and more real to you, and, when they do, you might want to escape and journey into that world.
When you are a writer, while writing books, you often get sucked into the world of your imagination, and the people around you no longer exist. Instead, you are in a land of pirates or magic; of mermaids or princesses; of warriors and kingdoms. When your characters speak, you can hear it clearly. When they laugh or cry, when they yell or whisper, it feels as if they are right beside you. When you write, you learn that you aren’t being sucked into a fake world, but a world as real as ours.
When you are a writer, you realize that dragons exist, or that you have magical powers you never even knew of. You discover that there is kingdom after kingdom of trouble and adventure and that is just around the corner. Your characters are your friends, and you have great hopes and dreams for each and every one of them. You’re closer to your characters than anyone you’ve ever met in real life, and you know more about them than anyone else.
When you are a writer, you have been to the places your characters visit millions of times in your imagination. You know what the city smells like, or how many flowers are sprinkled throughout the field. You know how bright the grass is, or how full the well is. You know every little piece of moss that grows on the rocks, and every abandoned building that lies wait in the forests.
             You are a writer.


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