It starts out innocently enough. You find yourself laughing at jokes no one else finds humorous. Then before you know it you're raving about stories most people don't find all that interesting. You are...an odd duck.
I'm beginning to come to the realization that I'm...different. I don't write in the same style as others, my voice is a little off. But I'm beginning to come to terms with this and I'm really trying to work this to my advantage.
Will there be a place on the bookshelf in your neighborhood bookstore for someone like me, the odd ducks of the world? Only time will tell but gees, I sure hope so.
P.S. Okay, so that's a penguin and not a duck. What's so odd about that?
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