i’ve never been more inspired or more compelled to write than i have this year. nor have i ever been the writer i am now. my writing has not only been created but nurtured and molded into my own. while my writing is full of freedom, my structure has become more controlled to reflect the beauty instead of the speed – which is how my mind works. it races, it jumps, and often times it is hard to keep up. but my complex speed and distinct imagination is what makes my writing what it is. it’s what makes it mine.