Somewhere in my imagination, there is this video tape. It’s a regular black VHS tape, with a label that reads quite simply: My Written Words.

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I’m 12 years old. i write a three line poem out of nowhere on a napkin entitled Vaguely

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Sophomore year. I write a short tragedy about a space battle ending in sacrifice for class. I get an A.

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I’m 17. Several girlfriends and three grueling years of highschool have passed. Over 1,000 poems in my binder.

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Graduation. Vaguely wins a writing contest at school. I read it at graduation. I read another poem called In Him at my church in front of 3,000.

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Air Force. Too busy chasing tail and fixing jets to write.

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I meet Dori in Iceland. Several cutesy poems.

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May 2008. Wil Wheaton writes An Unremarkable Factory and mentions it on his blog. I click.

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I write my first Ficlet, Not Quite So Empty Space.

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[PLAY]

Today. Obsession has set in.

Static…