Writer’s Mirror: Wild.

Self-analysis is often a tough process. If you’re anything like me, you like to understand your own behavior as well as other people. It’s something that I have always done and I’m not entirely sure why. The process alone is very demoralizing, but learning to accept things as they are and know what you can work on helps you tremendously. My previous Writer’s Mirror are all aspects of myself that I have broken down and labeled. It surprisingly helps when I need to write character relation for the readers. This one, Wild, is easily confused with my earlier post: Darkness. Only, she really is the most care-free.

You can find her in flirting with whiskey in the darkest corners of a night club. She throws them back to numb her restless mind and collects the attention of anyone willing to relinquish it. Her smile bright and happy to anyone she bumps into on her way back to the bar. She loves feeling the eyes of on-lookers who are swimming in her confidence. They offer her drinks just to start conversations, noting how her laughter is contagious. They relish in the fact that she is an intellect who is also a terrible dancer, but love that she is care-free. They question their own accompaniment and try to exchange numbers. Her charm has baited them, even though she had no intent in doing such. She graciously accepts their compliments, but refuses. She’s there for one reason: to be wild, to forget.

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Erika Damn Castle!

I've always been told that I'm an adventurous girl and I cannot deny any of it. I would love to see the world and experience all of the stories it has to tell me. I am a child of the arts, developing my senses in music, painting, sketching, crafting, et cetera. But writing... it was a talent I believe I was born with. I'm not saying I'm an amazing (grammatically correct) author, just that I'm a natural storyteller. I can remember from the time that I learned how to read and write, I was eager to create my own world. I would scribble out tons of poems and short stories, then forcibly share them with my family (or even with my classmates). One of those stories resulted in the creation of this blog. Black Tears. As a child with an already wild imagination, I would always have these equally crazy dreams. One of those dreams was so vivid, that I awoke in the middle of the night and jotted down everything I could remember. From that point, the dream evolved into a poem, then a short story, and then to a complete story. It is the fruit of my 20 year procrastinating labor, and has been published into a book (the first of its series). Tune in to stay updated on the growth of myself as an author and the series. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have loved creating it! XX , Erika

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