A writer named Bee

If i couldn't breathe…I would die. If i couldn't drink…i would die. If i couldn't write…i would surely die.

About June 18, 2009

“Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow…”- Lawrence Clark Powell

A writer has to be understood through his or her own words, they cannot be told what to write. They need a way too let go of all of their imaginary friends. Writers remember the strangest things, are the best liars, whether they are up all night writing, or thinking of an idea, we love to tell stories, of real and fake people, friends, family, and most importantly, ourselves.

My story, is quite short. I dont know if its that I don’t want to tell you my life story, or I don’t have an interesting life, but, I shall tell you some facts, you may or may not want to know.

Name: Bee

Age: What does age matter?

Country: United states (I moved from London, England in March 2008, and have been living in America ever since)

Likes: Writing, going on adventures, laughing with my friends at really stupid things (we sometimes don’t even know what we are laughing about)

Dislikes: Depends on my mood (I’m a very temperamental person.

Favorite book: Would you like to be here all day? (There are too many to list!)

Characters in my life: The mother, The father, The brother, The cat, The dog, The best friend

Common mistake teachers make that makes me really mad:

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If you haven’t already navigated away from this page- thanks for reading!


 

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