Michele Popadich

I am the typical writer in the sense that I am expertly caffeinated and love to write. But other than that, I am a creature of my own creation. My workspace is crisscrossed legs on on the ground amongst the sea of clean and dirty clothing that never got folded or put away, for efficiency purposes of course. There is a perfectly capable desk only inches away, but why would I ever sit there when I can pile mounds of books and papers on it instead. I’m wearing whatever is most disturbingly grungy, hanging precariously off my body and hiding any indication of whether I’m a boy or a girl, or perhaps even human at all. I’m listening to EDM or Rachmaninoff and nothing in between. I’m half typing, half handwriting, half day dreaming about what to eat.

Writing has no rules. So I won’t play by any. I invite the reader who can handle my sporadic train of thought, which within a moment, can transform from a pensive observation to a melodramatic rant. And while I’d love to one day conclude this passage with a quote of my own, this is my mantra for now:

“The thing you are most afraid to write. Write that.”