Dear Mr. Writing, Ms. Grammar, and Mrs. Storybook,
I hate you. I hate all of you. I hate Mr. Writing. I hate the way he goes onto paper – kicking, screaming, and biting. I hate Ms. Grammar. I hate how she protests my words with such a clamor. I hate Mrs. Storybook. I hate the way she keeps me coming back like a fish lured to a hook. However, if I were to be honest, if truthfully I were to admit, then you’d hear me say that most of all, I hate my inability to hate any of you. Not even in the slightest little bit.
I’m Aloisa Quintal. I come from a rather obscure blog just over the hill. (You’ll know it when you see it. It’s nestled right between the clouds called Fantasy and Truth.) While I do love to read and write, I am also at odds with it more often than not.