Confessions of a Recovering Pen-Hoarder: From Rhyme-Time to Upload-Time

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Let me tell you, folks, I’ve got a treasure trove of stories up here (taps head dramatically).

Wild yarns, side-splitting romps, the kind of stuff that would make even pigeons coo in appreciation.

Problem is, for the longest time, these stories were trapped like anxious hamsters on a wheel, going nowhere fast in my dusty notebook.

Why? Well, life, that pesky little thing, got in the way. Dreams of becoming a literary rockstar faded as I traded my pen for, well, a pen that actually paid the bills.

But the stories, oh, they lingered.

Like stubborn weeds in the garden of my mind, they refused to be ignored.

Then, the internet happened. This beautiful, chaotic beast offered a solution so fantastical, it felt illegal: I could upload my stories! No publishers, no gatekeepers, just me and the vast, potentially judgemental void of the web. Crazy, right? But also, incredibly liberating.

Now, instead of poems gathering dust in a drawer, they’re shimmering pixels on the screen. It’s like my imagination vomited rainbows all over the digital world, and frankly, it’s glorious.

Sure, there’s a part of me that misses the quiet intimacy of pen and paper. But the…