You know, over the course of my four years studying writing, I’ve had this question asked at least once every semester. Or something along of the lines of why do you write? which usually has a similar answer. To answer the previous question it’s because I can’t not write. And of course this relates to the prompt. I have my world to inspire me. Whether it’s a conversation with another person or a word or a song or just an interesting person I see on the street. The urge will hit me and there’s usually nothing I can do to stop it.
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