Elle M. W.

Three years ago I contracted a terminal illness and forgot how to read, write, walk and talk. After spending countless nights teaching myself to read and write again using elementary level english books, I began working as a part time writer as a mere means to be part of something in which I was held accountable to practice writing. From there, writing became an obsession, a compulsion, my sole form of meditation. From the dark night of my soul, my darkest truths were revealed and my deepest passion ignited. The passion of which I speak, of course, is that of writing.