The Literary Magazine

At first, I thought the literary part would just be boring. Magazine layouts fell right into my established realm of art and design, but the spreads wouldn't be started until April. That meant eight months of discussions—poetry and prose—before we got there. I considered leaving, but I had nothing else to do, so I stayed on.

And then, it happened. Somewhere in between the lines, I found myself. I attended every discussion; every reading of half-formed teenage lines in pursuit of gems. My passions were reanalyzed and the magazine became my second family.

That was how I found writing. And me.

103 words.