It is impossible to turn off the imagination. The want to create burns hot and once the spark of an idea ignites, there is no turning back. That is the beauty of writing, baby. Those empty pages fill with the joy of beginnings, thrilling middles, and endings that make you look back and wonder why it all happened. It is through those pages among pages that sort out a tangled mess of anger and frustration, love and infatuation, conflict and resolution.
Hi, I’m Lyndsey. Have a seat. *motions to purple inflatable chair from the late 90’s while sipping an Ecto Cooler*
I have been writing for 15 years, longer if you want to dig back to 5th grade when my creative writing talents flourished in the form of a bizarre Halloween-murder-crime story.
Halloween-murder-crime stories aside, I now write copy for businesses, blog, write a fluff piece here and there, and create top-notch classic American novels (pending).
Why do I write? I love the way a string of words can make a person feel. I want to create with words that make people cry, laugh, love or buy.
You can also stalk me here, darlings: