Short Stories – Christine Steeves Speakman

How do my stories begin…

How do my stories end…

This is my little corner of the vast internet world. It’s my space, my face to the world, it was created to…to? To, what exactly? What was my intention when I purchased the site’s name, registered it, rent cyber space for it, spend time on it?

I first came to the internet to figure out how to get published and ended up a reviewer, copy editor, editor, blogger, writer, still reviewing.

I don’t know who all sees me and I’ve been asking the question – does it matter if anyone does?

The truth is…it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter if 1 or a billion sees me, or you, I’ll/you’ll always see myself/yourself. What’s that line…wherever you go; there you are. We all carry our own baggage.

There’s no escaping who we are…I don’t want to escape myself. I want to be me and with that, here I am, all of me.

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