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Young Writers Society


the way you move your feet when you're trying to go nowhere is a very telling thing


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booker lover & poetry writer

Hello!

You might know me by other names, like SparkToFlame, SparkOfDoubt, DramaLlama, or (if you're really, really old) Pointe2drama. I've been a member of YWS since I was 12 years old, and recently returned following my graduation from my Master's program.

I live in St. Louis with my partner (Si) and our two puppies, Elliot and Olivander. We love going on walks, exploring our city, and spending time together. I've always been a writer, but now that I have more time to focus on such things, I'm hoping to return to the productivity I had as a teenager.

And... that's why I'm here!

P.S. << that picture is from my days as a ballerina <3


Occupation

Industrial Organizational Psychologist


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien