Hello. My name is...

I want to see my name on shelves. I want a reason to buy eighty-seven notebooks for brainstorming. I want to sit at the coffee shop for inspiration. I want to think outside the box. I want to create a new level of imagination, conception, and vision. I want to invoke the non-believer. I want to show the world there is such a thing as creativity. I want to be someone else for a day. I want to be a hero. I want to be what everyone said I couldn't.

I want to say, "Hi, my name is Sharon and I am a writer."


Comments

Sage Ravenwood said…
If you can dream it, you can make it so. (Hugs)Indigo
May 28, 2009 at 10:11 PM
Shadow said…
you ARE a writer. nice want's here.
May 29, 2009 at 4:30 AM
SharoninWonderland said…
Thank you to Shadow and Indigo.

I am somewhat of a writer, yes.

But, the number of people whom I want to touch with my words, has not been reached just yet.

Cheers xxx
June 9, 2009 at 5:28 PM
The Whole Truth said…
Hey, I need some help with this site
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July 24, 2009 at 9:39 AM
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Woops..

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i forgot the inc.
July 24, 2009 at 9:39 AM
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