I remember making myself a little sitting nook in my closet when I was in grade 6. I took everything off the floor of my closet, crammed it full of pillows and a bedside lamp, curled up in there with pen and paper and shut the door. My mom wasn’t too impressed. She thought it was a kinda weird. Ok, so maybe it was. That’s where I first started to write.
Aria
I love being alone. In the dark.
Darkness is where I think. And dream.
And write haunting stories that stay with you long after you’ve turned the last page.
Because if they don’t leave an impression, they aren’t worth writing.
J. Wolfe