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| Mechele Armstrong |
Once upon a time there was a girl who liked to write. She wrote poetry and short stories, and when she wasn’t writing, she was making adventures with her stuffed animal collection, the soap in the tub, and even the crayons in her crayon box. In college, though she had another major, she started working on a novel. She entered a couple of contests and even went to a writing seminar for a week. Then, she hit a wall where she didn’t write anything, not even poetry for a long, long time.
She was miserable.
