I adore many more writers than I could list, but Jack Kerouac, I mean, I love him.
I love him.
I. Love. Him.
Cliche as it may be, he’s the reason I went back to school to be a writer.
His words are the ones that make my heart sing and/or want to burst in my chest from their sheer poetic lilt.
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”