I spend a lot of time thinking about persona. About creating just the right facade and shell to encapsulate the words I write, to be the right backdrop against which to publish a story. This medium length hair, this average body, this passable face, they will not do. I try dramatic makeup but it smears off by end of day I get sweaty walking to work okay? I can't keep it up. This average middle class upbringing contains no visible struggle and you shouldn't have to explain scars no one can see for them to seem daring.
I just wanted to write a story, I wanted you to read it on its own without my interference, I wanted it to speak for me. Instead I run my fingers along a thousand paperback covers on display and look at their black and white descriptions, fear the smoky biographies are worth more than the book that follows.
Did the writer come first, or did her words?
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