and the power is mine

Nothing worth noting happened today, so I'm going to go continue writing my pack of lies, because after all, that's what fiction is--lies. Hah, and I don't even get in trouble for telling them. Lies, lies, lies! I do not live in Wisconsin, there is no such thing as The Wright & Thompson Library, Chava Estrella Garwood, with all of her quirks, is not real...but I can make you think that they all exist. Muahaha, the power is mine. And that is why I love writing.

Not really though. It allows me to confess all my sins and feelings without anyone knowing it. Writing lets me make everything the way I think it should be, and then I get to change it all! And, of course, writing keeps me from bursting.