Because my life is a paradox. Young female author just starting out on my journey with the creative word. I’ve always been into art, specifically oil painting as a way of expressing my creativity but writing is an exercise of the imagination that allows the writer to be strangely intimate with the reader even without any actual relationship. I’ve written for myself but never shared it. No explicit sex for the first little while until I become comfortable expressing it in writing, but it’s there waiting to bubble to the surface. Constructive feedback appreciated.
