As a young artist I thought my job was to “control” my art.  I was to define it (and myself), mold it (and myself) and ultimately deny what fell outside of that mold.  Writing was something that required pen and paper, though I did eventually succumb to the call of the keyboard.  I considered myself a writer and thems was the rules.
As the years have gone by and my life evolved past the rigidity of learning the tools, I came to realize that I am ultimately a story teller that prefers words. A storyteller is a much cooler thing to be. You have a lot of options for how to tell your story.
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