Writers are always strange people.
Perhaps we’re not even people at all. Not many people – in the whole world – can create an entire world from nothing. Something as small as a 65 character text could turn into a 70,000 novel without even trying. But are we human if we’re gods of our own worlds?
We are usually quiet, sitting off to the side. Some of us never speak, but we write our opinions – our voices – down on paper with ease. Not every time is easy, but it’s worth it in the end.
We are strange, different, and magical. And maybe not full human.