Suffocating

To be honest, I do not know why I have decided to write about my life. Before this, I had not written anything other than poetry that Olivia wanted me to turn in for our musicianship practice in high school. But I did always enjoy reading, so writing with proper grammar and spelling is a matter of course. The question now is if I have the talent for it, though I am not the sort to believe strongly in the importance of natural ability. If I did, I would have not even gone to the starting line. Other than Ancra, who became the editor-in-chief of the local newspaper a couple months ago, no one I knew in my everyday life was much of a writer. My closest connection to a real writer is that Ancra and Eroica went to Waterloo Collegiate Institute at the same time as Gale Jones of The Wind at Dawn fame, but he does not yet know that I exist — though that will change once I finish writing my life story and editing it to the point where I can be proud of my work. Getting an introduction should be enough; I have a little favor I have yet to cash in.