Formal Letter of Introduction

Dear Reader,

     My name is Revna Hollows, and I will become the greatest author. It is my delight— I assure you— to make your acquaintance.

     I have been writing for quite some time— though, while I am thinking on the matter, actually: I urge you not to read the rest of this letter as justifications for my initial claim. Please simply accept it as fact move on reading this as a formal introduction.

     Now, I have been writing for quite some time. I started young, perhaps around 8 or 9, with roleplaying on Wizard101. Back then, we differentiated between actions and speech like this:

x waves at you x Hey there ;)

     It's so funny, looking back on it, that I really spent hours every day just acting out random scenes with other kids in our never-ending game of long-distance play-pretend. It didn't feel like anything special— and I suppose it wasn't— but I cherish it so deeply; deeper still, that I have a clear 'inciting incident' of my own to point back at. Ah, forgive my rambling— but those really were the days.

     Perhaps predictably, I kept doing the main thing that was making me happy, though I had to move around between platforms. This was partly because I was becoming more skilled, but really because different roleplaying communities have different expectations and levels of commitment, and writing as often as I was, I was going to get committed.

     Living in a screen, there was an inherent level of isolation and loneliness. No matter how active the skype chat was, no matter how many notifications were waiting for me on the forum when I got home from school, at the end of the day I would be sitting there, alone, in the dark, typing away to pen-pals I would never meet. Instead, would find the memory of them stamped onto my very heart, our bond lingering only as the words that we did share.

i'm falling asleep, i'll finish my post tmrw. gn
Last online: 14 years ago.

     I mention it for a reason, of course— that loneliness formed me, created, "Revna Hollows," and without it I would not write. My interactions were over text and through a screen, and so that is how I learned to live and breathe and be.

Dear Reader, let me be clear:

I live inside this text. The margins are my skeleton; the words, my blood; the page, my skin. This, I suppose, grants me the audacity for my claim:

Writing is not my life's purpose, but its very basis.

I seek no life but the single best that I am capable of living, and in pursuit of it, I work my ass off every single day.

On these grounds, I declare my life's goal:

I will become the greatest author.

Thank you for reading.

-R