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I’m Charlee

 

un·a·dul·ter·at·edˌənəˈdəltəˌrādəd/

adjective

  1. not mixed or diluted with any different or extra elements; complete and absolute.“pure, unadulterated jealousy”synonyms:pure, unalloyed, unsullied, untainted,virgin, untouched

un·a·dul·ter·at·ed A·F

adjective

  1. dreamy, loosely influenced, mesmerized by the grayness of the world
I’M CHARLEE AND I’M A WRITER. 

That sentence annoys me.

It’s so simple and I have this desire to go back over it and edit it until it sounds like the opening line of a John Green novel. Something precise, crisp, bubbling over with antiquated teenage angst.

But really, I am simple, and to quote the first draft of my query letter, “I have the tendency to believe that I’m exceptionally interesting, though I really don’t think many of us are.”

I have this desire to fall out of line, to be the one in the million, to stand up and start a revolution, but in all fairness, this world, this grayness, this never-ending trial and error has taught me many things about dreaming, and my dreams… “they don’t fly as high as they used to” (necessary John Mayer reference). But one must dream, I must dream… SO FAR OUT OF MY RIGHT MIND, and I must not stop until it is tangible.

So here we are, amidst dreaming, amidst the journey down my life path, blogging about wanting to start a revolution, and I am tired. I am restless. And I am wriggling on this line between the going and the arriving. And I want to share it all with you. My thoughts, my unadulterated AF thoughts, my opinions, all the thinkings of a 21-year-old who started a book last April in a bedroom in my grandparent’s home in Destin, Florida, after finding inspiration on the street outside. And after many days of just writing, not thinking much of it, just passing the time, I found myself here, with a finished book, a book that I had no expectations for, and a desire to be published. Because even though I started off with no expectations, one must dream, so far out of their right mind, and one must make sure they never fly low.

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