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Trinity Lynn's avatar

I now confidently call myself a writer. Looking back through my life, though, I don't know if there was ever a time I wasn't a writer. I remember writing creative short stories at nine years old, printing them at my grandma's house, and stapling them together to make them into a real book. I discovered poetry in middle school and with significant encouragement from my English teacher, I started keeping my own poetry journals. She still asks about my writing. Around the time of the pandemic, I started a blog as a senior in high school. I continued it on and off through college. One year out of college, here I am, still writing. Really, though, I don't think I ever introduced myself as a writer to anyone until my fiancé introduced me as such to his friends. I remember being completely caught off guard. The title feels awkward sometimes still. I mean, I haven't published books yet. I AM a writer, though.

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Ann Collins's avatar

In the summer, I like to get outside and hike in the early morning before the heat of the day kicks in. The soft slanted light and cooler air feels creatively charged--a special time that I've set aside for my mind and body and soul. This year, I'm excited to have a couple of experimental creative projects to work on. I know the time will fly and I want to be intentional it. Thank you for mentioning Holly's class--very tempting. 🌊🌊🌊

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