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"Do not test me on my birthday, Jacob," I said, keeping my eyebrow raised as if to dare him to continue. He huffed, muttering something about birthday's being a curse, and I leant down to help the other guy up, finally catchin...
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I started writing this when I was 14 and I had no clue on where it was going to go. At first, it was going to delve down a darker path, but as the first few chapters formed, I knew that wasn't what I was going to do.
It isn't your normal mafia story with possessive brothers and abusive parents. As much as I love reading that stuff, I want my writing to be a positive experience for both my readers and I. So, it has clown brothers, wooden spoons and dresses to die for.
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I understand some of you don't like casting, and that's completely fine! But for me, it was easier to see images of who I imagined being cast and using their features for a defining experience. I'm a visual learner, so seeing really helps when it comes to my brain.
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