I’m a full time college student and aspiring writer. I know there’s a lot of us out there, but each of us are unique. I’m in my early twenties and youthful in many ways, but old in others. I love to read and write as often and as much as possible. I live in Coon Rapids, Minnesota where I rent a house and go to school.
I have a huge family with plenty of baggage to go with it. Who doesn’t (have baggage, I mean)? I would say that the most defining part of my life is my family. Some of these people who have helped define me as a character have affected me in both positive and negative ways. They’ve helped me see that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own little bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’re not black and white, good and bad, there’s an awful lot of gray to work with.
It’s the experiences and interactions with my family (mainly) that have defined me as a person, and so, as a writer. I know that because of this, I see the world through my own shaded lenses, and this applies to my view of everything in the world around me. But you must remember that you have you own tinted lenses, too. We all do.