I have a story to tell you. It’s a fantastic story that lives on the border between truth and fiction.
I write in the basement wedged between the furnace and my workbench. Most of my writing never leaves the basement; it was never intended to be read by anyone. Most of my writing is private and came from my cathartic process of finding and understanding myself. Recently I found that I am not the writer; I am the one who types the words, but the words come from another reality.
Now it’s time to climb the back stairs up to the kitchen, to another consciousness, open the back door and offer to the world the voices from other worlds.
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