People keep askin' if I be writin' stories.
(Please don't hold my faux-grammar against me.)
I keep saying no, and they look disappointed, like, why are you at this artist gathering?
Well, I figure I'm old enough to decide who I want to hang out with.
And I like people who are artists and storytellers.
I like to listen to their stories, and find mine in theirs.
Why am I here?
Well, I'd like to tell a good story some day.
Like that girl from Cold Comfort Farm, I want to be a writer when I'm 50.
Like her, I bet I'll tell more stories with people than with paper.
I'm not sure I'm old enough to decide who I want to be.
But I keep choosing. By saying yes, and saying no.
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